Luca told me he didn't want to run off with me just like that. He prefered to go back to his grandfather's farm once the Libian had gone. I agreed with him, but how were we to know if the man and his train were still there? Luca suggested to climb a mountain nearby from which there should be a view on the farm. The alternative was to go back and hide our selves for some time. We agreed to plan A.
So we climbed the mountain. I followed Luca over a narrow path, looking up at his back. I noticed that his jeans made his butt even sexier than it already was....
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