" Really?" Yes. And he likes to talk, it seems." I see. Perhaps we should have wine with our meal." Exactly."We toured the Doge's Palace. We passed th...rough the Bridge of Sighs and entered the old prison. It had been built after Bruno's time -- he was likely jailed in the palace itself; those cells were long gone -- but still, I imagined him in his tiny, oppressive cell, scribbling out his turgid, symbol laden manuscripts, before being sent to Rome to his death.We had lunch at a small cafe."So. Gamelin and his men came back in. Tuck gestured to Judy and she joined Tuck, Gamelin, Vosper and Captain Leitnos for a meeting."Yesterday the men learned that they can shift where the bombs land and hit their target. If they can see their target." Tuck told them. "Today, we'll practice aiming at targets the mortar gunners can't see."A few minutes later the men were eating, then afterwards they policed the camp before riding another mile further north. When they stopped Judy decided she wanted. The first he knew she was there was when she pulled back the shower curtain. She stepped inside and started to kiss him slowly on his neck, then moving down to his chest. He wasn’t fooled though, he knew what she was up to. She just wanted him to give in and spill the beans on the evenings plans. He played along by letting her do whatever she wanted to him. Soaping his body and rubbing her hands all over him, taking his cock in her hands and stroking it. She then turned around and backed up on. Both of them wanted this fuck badly. It seemed to be a way of cementing their newfound relationship. Both wanted it to be good for the other. He wanted her to want to come back again. She wanted him to invite her back. The fires of passion in each of them, and between them, were lit and burning. Their fuck built in intensity. He enjoyed her sloppy tightness. She enjoyed the fullness of his thickness. The tilt of her arse on the pillow ensured he penetrated her deeply. His knob and shaft.