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it came to pretending that nothing had happened.
    â€œSorry, I….uh….was talking to your dad,” I said, showing Anton the bottle of champagne.
    â€œAh!” Anton exclaimed with a big smile. “That’s what I said to Tia. My father does like to celebrate the company of women!” And, unbeknownst to Tia, he winked at me. I suppressed a smile, and the three of us wended our way through the magical, sun-dappled vineyard as if nothing had happened.
    The next day, Tia told me what had happened between her and Anton. And I dutifully feigned surprise and ignorance. I don’t know how pleased Tia would have been if I told her I’d watched the whole thing. And she might have been downright uncomfortable had I told her how horny and envious the whole thing made me. So, while I tried all day long not to think about fucking, like some kind of preoccupied pervert, Tia had positively flown back to the vineyard.
    Veronica and I spent the morning and the early afternoon at the house, drifting between sun and shade, slipping whimsically into and out of the pool as the heat and our moods dictated. I did not seek to recover my clothing. Having crashed through the barricade of embarrassment that now seemed to be so much ado about nothing, my nudity was positively liberating. It really was so easy. With no consideration of what to wear or how, it felt wonderful to just be. By lunchtime I barely noticed my nakedness. And by the afternoon, I felt more embarrassed about my previous gymnophobia than I did about actually being naked.
    Veronica and I sprawled in the garden, absolutely slathered in sun cream, as the roaring sun crept to its full height. The heat was ferocious, and I began to grow faint with exposure. I shaded my eyes as I turned to face her.
    â€œIt’s absolutely boiling out here. I need to get out of the sun.”
    Veronica fanned herself with her book, studying me from beneath the broad brim of her sun hat.
    â€œYou’re so right, Mand,” she said, getting to her feet. “Let’s not have you collapsing from sun stroke. I think I have just the thing to freshen you up.” She beckoned to me. “C’mon.”
    We climbed the first set of steps where I thought Veronica might suggest that we get back in the pool. She did not, and we continued our ascent into the house. She paused to enter the pantry and delved into the large ice chest. She delved so deep that her breasts spilled into the chamber and she needed to lift one delicate foot off the ground. Her neatly trimmed pussy peeped out from beneath the heavy bloom of her bottom and between her firm, wide thighs. Whatever she reached for was well hidden.

    She reemerged with a silver champagne bucket packed with ice, and we continued our climb to the top of the house. She led me to her bedroom, and then to her vast bed where she reclined like a queen.
    â€œClimb on,” she invited.
    I too stretched out beside her, the ice bucket between us, condensation already bejeweling the silver. She rummaged in the ice and I expected her to pull out a bottle of champagne.
    She did not. Instead, she withdrew one of the bulbous glass objets that I had last seen on her vanity table. It was curved into a gentle S-shape, rounded into tumid globules at both ends. The piece was swept through with delicate purple clouds, its surface studded with raised ruby nodules. Veronica rested the piece on top of the ice and lay back onto a mound of voluminous pillows. Carelessly she raised her arms above her head, her gorgeous breasts wobbling heavily upon her chest as she did so, and parted her ample thighs.
    â€œMand,” she mewed lasciviously. “I would like very much for you to lick my pussy.”
    I never knew those words would make me grin so widely. I crept in between her spread legs; my lithe, slim body nestling easily into the apex of her fuller one. Obediently, I lowered my mouth to her sex. The sensation was strange only in its