Kieran and David exchanged their normal vocabulary of expletives while I stripped down tom my camisole top and French knickers, at that point so did K...eran strip off, he was wearing a pair loose pattern boxers, that had seen better days, he quickly removed them to display his eight inch cock, without invitation Kieran gave me a long French kiss, and boy was he passionate with his kiss, I was on cloud nine, David encouraged Kieran to engage in some carnal pleasure with me, Kieran needed no. Tim gave her a quick history of the great conglomerate. B & L was for Bernie and Lana. He named it for himself and for Lana Turner whom he had been married to the beautiful movie star back in the early 50's. He was the one to file for divorce after that one year of wedded bliss. Uncle Bernie called that year 'wedded lust'. He told his nephew that it was heaven in bed and hell on earth out of it.Soon the room was full of the ten plus Mr. & Mrs. Timothy Alvin Davis. She stood to shake hands with. Lindy and I decided to stay a second night.The big day came and ten of us met in the bar at the hotel, some of them having brought husbands and wives. Lindy and I sat together and had a bit of trouble keeping our hands off each other. She was a strange combination of straight-laced and brazenly submissive, agreeing with almost everything I said and generally backing me up.She was short and slim with long brown hair and small but shapely breasts. She was wearing a sensible brown floral dress. ”“Uh-huh, yes, oh fuck baby, I am cumming!”It took awhile for us to calm down. We then began to talk about what we could do, besides laying nude on a blanket, on the beach, under the stars.I drifted off to dreamland, to a tropical island, with warm surf, a starlit sky, and Marcus. The next day I decided to pack and got so excited during the process that I had to stop to masturbate. Although the trip was just a week away, I swear each day went by slower than molasses. One night, the following.