The crying subsided. She knocked at the window pane that separated them from the driver. As it slid down she asked him to U-turn. He should take them ...back to the Villa to refresh themselves and change.The restaurant lay below the corniche. It straddled an inlet for boats that had been hewn into the living rock. It went by the un-Italian name of Chez Pierre. The owner was of French origin. The place was the former boathouse of a villa higher up in the hills. It had been enlarged and rebuilt into. She then just blurted out that she noticed how big his bulge was and would love to see how big his cock was! There was an uncomfortable pause for what seemed like forever when I just blurted out how I'd love to see her fucked off a black man with a huge cock like in the porn we often watched together! Instead of the slap I was expecting her reply was "would you really let me?" I then nervously said only if she sucked me dry right now, without staying a word she whipped my towel away and dropped. .. About 18 months go by and Jim's B-day is friday nite Lisa calls me saying we need to talk please meet me Jim well not be home friday come to the house at 7pm knowing that I should not I tell her OK. Friday moring Lisa wakes Jim up with a blow-job like she hadn't done in a long time sucking long slow deep till he is about to cum telling her so cause she never swollows ever but she stays at it take him deep and swollows hard tring not to gag to much.Jim is overjoyed and beaming she just looks. I was just about to be proven wrong. Again. I felt like a Peeping Tom as she closed the door behind her and slowly unbuttoned her nightie until she wore nothing but a smile and perhaps a touch of lipstick. My gaze didn’t quite reach her eyes, getting stuck about chest height. She had nice tits, if a bit small for my taste. Really nice tits, and perky too. In fact, I think I even said it out loud as I stood there, my prick tenting my boxers, my pants clenched in my fist, frozen in indecision. .