.. though I could tell neither she nor Rob was as dark as yesterday. I took a (fresh) apple and went into the study. As expected – hoped? – there ...as email from Rachel, Osaka is an hour ahead of Perth.That cheered me up. I'd had another – um – discussion about my "Journal." I was very stubborn: if it was my journal, then it was my journal. There might be spelling errors to be corrected (there weren't), but otherwise it was mine. And I was still reading the Keneally, and getting ever more. We wrapped our towels around our waists and nodded a goodbye to the man still sat on the bench and still looking shocked. Cheryl took Jay’s hand and, walking hand in hand began to laugh. “That poor man,” she giggled. “Did you see the look on his face when he realised we were all together? I feel sorry for him now. I do have a question though.” As Jay led us to the pools Cheryl asked, “Be honest. After what just happened in there, is this a swinger’s spa?”“You could say that,” Jay answered as we. He walked away with a chubby and wondered what the view would be like with her on top. She had wavy brown hair, high B cup tits and hardly wore make-up yet was beautiful & there was something about her that made James found deeply desireable. Not necessarily in terms of deep feelings, just that he wished he'd come home from work to find her in his bed, waiting to take his load in her mouth or pussy. He was an ethnicity she didn't know, she just liked hid dark hair and light brown skin. And that. Still, they stuck to their rule that Friday night was for Joanna's Sapphic pleasure, while Saturday belonged to Blair. They seldom struck out, especially Blair, who had the advantage of a sizable cock to help him there. The Saturday night of the 2nd week of Steph's stay there should have been no different, but it was very much.Blair, following the couple's established policy, had fucked Joanna right before he left. Thus he left a satisfied wife soaked with her cum and his, which Stephanie knew.