I grabbed hold of his shoulder, and drew him even nearer to me. He kept rubbing and rubbing that special spot that I never even knew I had before, and... then, he slipped one finger, and one only, into me… OH DEAR GOD, something else that felt like heaven also… I was actually grinding against his hand… This went on for some minutes, but I did not reach orgasm, sadly…. and he whispered in my ear See, dont you like this?? dont this feel good?? But he was still manipulating me, and I could not manage. How very responsible of you,” I agreed.The two glasses of merlot lowered my anxiety and inhibitions slightly. I was feeling a little playful as Aaron held the door for me as I climbed into the cab, in front of the hotel. I looked around and didn’t see anyone paying particular attention to us, so I quickly flashed my naked, neatly shaved vulva to my husband.His face registered shock first, then amusement. “I should give you a couple of glasses of wine every night, huh?”I nuzzled against Aaron in. We started to chat in the bus. Continued in the plane. Silenced by the view over the Mediterranean and a large lake, while landing in sun-set. Another bus, and a long-time dear lady friend picked us up at Gare St Charles in old town. I´d no idea where we would sleep. She dropped up us off at a place in the 5th of old town. Some Claude´s place, who wasn´t there. He was my friend, but at the moment I wasn´t sure which guy she meant ... My memory for guys is less accurate than for the ladies I. If you will meet us there, change your 'hi" to a "y."Bennie looked at me and I nodded. We ran over and changed the "hi" to a "y" and went to saddle up our horses. The plane waggled its wings and turned north. We looked at the map and both of us saw where we had to go. We mounted up and headed north at a canter.It was about ten miles and Bennie had us put on our radios to make talking easier. He said, "We can get off and cut across country and come to the airport from the west. At least, I think.