I still remember my parents citing the cause of not having other c***dren to the bad economic and political situation of the country. We were a happy ...little family although my dad was a very stern man. I rarely remember seeing him laughing or smiling. He was strict with my mother although she was his first sweetheart in the village. Mom and dad didn’t continue their education but they knew the minimum to read and write. Their education was mainly administered by the local church and that was. ”And she then looked at me, realising I wasn’t angry or shouting or upset.I said, “I think we both need a stronger drink as a first!”Also, going to the bar gave me time to think about what I wanted to say or how I was going to play out the scene.I returned with a couple of double scotches and, sitting down, gave one to her. She just took it and as she drank it back in one, looked at me fearing her world had just collapsed.I sighed gently and said, “Well, at the very least we both need to talk -. We kissed as I fucked her...I could see her orgasm expressions clearly now that she forgot to cover her face...I then pulled her body to an upright position...Her skin was now touching mines...She embraced my head... My face was buried between her boobs...I turned my head to lick one of her nipples and softly bit it...I felt the heat run through my balls and she screamed;"I'm about to do it again!"I told her that I was about ready too...I came inside her and she came too...I kissed her and. It was a very pleasant conversation for both of us. I could not help staring at her nice tits in the tight sweater; imagining to get her naked and suck on them and then run my hard cock between them. After some nice chatting, I invited her to dinner with me.Then Cynthia agreed and I told her that it would be great to have a private dinner in the balcony of my room, watching the seaside in the darkness. The lady accepted and we went to the elevator. Once inside the cabin, I put my arm around her.