“Hang on guys, I’ll be right back.” I strolled over to him, thrusting out my chest and batting my eyelashes as best I could. This sort of thing ...as typically beneath me (and Tracy’s way better at it than I am, anyway) but my experience serving hot wings at Hooters hadn’t been for naught. By the time I quit, I’d gotten pretty good at convincing men to do what I wanted. “Excuse me,” I said. The guy didn’t even bother looking up from the magazine he was reading. “No English,” he answered. I went to the toilette, cleaning myself out and went to the poolside.In this area, neither the women nor the men had on swimming trunks. Most were chatting, some were coupling. I decided to be a little coy and settled onto one of the reclining benches with my legs apart in an inviting manner. I had put on sunscreen. After a few minutes, a man came to me and asked to couple with me.I asked if he wanted me here or in my room.He said in my room.He offered his hand. I accepted it and got up. We. After we recovered we all sat down to have dessert. After taking our time eating dessert and talking we told Pooja to stay while Dev, Shiv and I cleared the table only leaving a bowl of whipped cream and the strawberries. When we came back we lifted Pooja up and gently laid her on the dinner table. I then took the bowl of whipped cream and began to smear it on her tits and pussy. Shiv put a strawberry on top of each of Pooja’s nipples and the biggest one right in her pussy.Dev and I began to. "Tastes good?" Yeah, try it!" she smiles.Indeed it does, he thinks.Philip is feeling relaxed, so very relaxed. Ilene, families passing by, kids playing in the garden along the river, the sun on his face ... He feels great. He doesn't let his mind wander to anything else outside this moment.After enjoying their coffees and cookies, Philip and Ilene walk along the river for a while, hugging each other, with their hands full with their shopping bags.Philip can see Ilene is happy, and he feels.