Giulia returned with a light smile on her lips from the pure satisfaction and feeling of freedom she was now sensing and, despite the tragedy of the day, she felt ready for the evening or the day to come. Slowly walking over the dark sand, she slowly made her way to where she sat, noticing that Aerin moved from his previous spot to one that seemed nearer to hers. "Oh bhe, milioni di motivi..." thought her with a shrug. While satting over the beach, she saw again Asta and Alejandro tightly close one to the other while looking at the stars, and, smiling, she thought how cute they were, to look at the stars even if not a word could be understood by the other.<br/><br/>Sighing, she slumped over the sand with her soft bottom, feeling her large breasts to jump, wobble and wave for the motion, enjoying the re-discovered sense of freedom lingering in her chest and emitting a satisfied sigh, trying to get the eyes of Alejandro and thank him for his suggestion. Still, while returning her gaze in front of her, also to avoid the awkwardice of looking at what seemed a couple in tender stargazing, she noticed that Aerin was looking at her with interest and smiled. "ohcacchio..." thought her "...perchè mi guarda? ...p-perchè sorride?", immediately she lowered her eyes, sparkling with the red fireflies that escaped from the flaming logs of the pite but as soon as she heard the sound of sand moving, she saw the muscled frame of Aerin moving nearby and her eyes saw his ones and, again, his warm and calm smile. Gulping, she waited for him to say something, but he took her hand with a gentle squeeze and motioned all the others gathered around the fire, and then, he locked his fingers together.  She cocked her head <<uh.... >> but then, she realized <<OH...>> and mimicked the same lock-finger motion and nodded with a smile <<... insieme... gruppo...>>.<br/><br/>It seemed strange to her, anyway; the way he looked at her and not only her, his gaze seemed to trail way down her eye-contact line. Rolling her eyes, she sighed in annoyance, even if she knew that her breasts were something that many womens would pay for having and often her friends looked at her in envy and often mens looked at her with interested gazes, especially while walking, she hoped that at least in that situation he would not look at her like that. Suddently, she realized, effectively, how much fresher she felt and, by looking at her chest, she clearly saw the fabric, so thin and clear, that was barely a light shade of textures over her body, and, with the fire nearby, people nearby would have seen her with practically a thin layer of steam rather than a white dress, and her luscious breasts, and her tender, pink nipples, were under the gaze of whoever wanted to. Realization struck her with open-wide eyes <<NUU!>> yelped her while covering her chest with her arms; jumping on her feets she looked at Aering in his eyes, not with rage, but embarassed and guity <<...S-Scusa!>> with her face now two shades redder than a tomato, she ran away again, where the clothes lied and, maybe, this time find something that would actually be made of cloth and not dreams and desire...<br/><br/>Again in the dim-darkness of the cloth-piles, she stopped and looked at her chest, seeing the moon that casted its silvery rays over her, and already, she noticed the outline of her nipples and the almost invisible sundress. Covering her mouth with an hand, she suffucated a laugh <<...cretina...>> whispered her while tossing away that useless cloth and searching for another, making sure, with occasional gazes, that the crew was enough far away from her...