I could not help up notice how good she looked so I turned and said” of all the people here you have retained your looks the best...” She replied ...…”oh you’re quite the smoothie…it is due to alcohol and d**gs…” “And sex…” piped up Joan…it was a wonder she could hear across that noisy table...Suzanne …blushed a tiny bit…but secretly squeezed my knee and whispered…”I am going to the rest room….but wait a few minutes before you follow me” I was staggered…she gave me a significant look…so I thought. "Here we are my pet." David said as he got down from the bike and offered his hand to Laylah. "I know you have this appreciation for architecture, and what better place than this."The pair spent most of the day walking about the Hermitage ruins. David told Laylah stories of the spirits that have been known to roam the grounds, and stories of the place itself.It was on a long walk, towards the back of the property that Laylah took out her camera and started to take some pictures. She really felt. As I did I could smell her soaked cunt still trapped by her panties and jeans, only partly pulled down. I stood her up and yanked her jeans and panties down in one go, kneeling before her pussy as i did. She let out a yelp and quickly looked around, now almost naked. Startled and unable to move, she gasped as I gripped her thighs and pushed my head forcefully into her cunt. She parted her legs further, I plunged my tongue inside her and began to taste her insides. She was frozen to the spot so. I let it all pass, just ignored it. I felt no need to explain.“Guess I should get going,” I finally said.“Let’s have some coffee first, then fuck away the rest of the morning.” Gaby got up and I watched her perfect round ass walk to the kitchen.I got up and followed before the angelic vision passed from view. Her kitchen was still a mess from our early morning anal romp on the tiled floor. I silently started cleaning up the mess we made.“Leave it,” Gaby instructed. “I want to remember that.