“Well, I don’t know how to do anything.” I said truthfully. Her grin reminded me of a predator about to pounce on its prey, “Then I’ll ...have to teach you.” That was the answer I was hoping for, “What’s first?” “Good question. Hhmm.” She sat up, her small breasts jiggling delightfully, “I guess I have to see what you already know.” She got off the bed and beckoned me to her. “Please me.” I nervously got to me feet and blushed, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do first.”. She could have droned on about the latest advances in particle physics and he would have just stared with a goofy smile on his face. He was smitten and he knew it.Gilly had already moved on with her lecture. “ ... and there are packs of gretzel, but usually they make a fair amount of noise. In any case, we have your Kanji with us and that makes me feel much safer.”Porter was riding beside her with his head turned to face her as he started to say, “She is...” and something thick, rough and. And especially the evenings we’ve shared on this European trip. I catch Mr. R just blankly staring out the window as the rest of us are bantering back and forth. I say to him, “Sir, are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?”“Oh, thank you, Michele. But no. You really have done so much already. As this trip has evolved, I have asked you to do more than I had ever anticipated. And you have willingly and eagerly satisfied my requests.”“As you would direct me, Sir.”“I know, Michele. You. Over there is a padded bench. Lay face down over it and think of England and the Queen.”I laughed. He had to have picked that expression up from someone English or an English show. I had only heard it on a British comedy on PBS.“Well that would be better than Donald Trump,” I quipped back.I paused.“All right,” I said. I sounded reluctant but actually my heart was beating with excitement. My puss was hot and wet. I badly wanted to finger myself to quench the itch. Looking around I saw the bench.