He only had another minute to spend with Patrick."I know this is going to sound stupid, but I miss the reservation," Patrick said."It doesn't sound st...pid at all. You're homesick," William said taking the comment seriously. He gave a short laugh and said, "I've been away from home for a week and I miss it." Yeah," Patrick said."I like your friend, Linda. She seems like a nice young woman," William said."She's from New York City. Our backgrounds are very different," Patrick said. He knew that. Most evenings we went from the beach to the pub where we became friendly with Jasmine, the landlady's lovely daughter.Like Sherry she was outgoing and cheerful with a ready wit and a body to die for, she always greeted us with an unforced smile and often sat chatting to us between customers, we learned that her father had run off with a barmaid young enough to be his daughter, so she had dropped out of college to help her mum run the place.We told her that we enjoyed the nude beach and her eyes. . . .’ She stopped, looking up as the blond stopped at our booth. ‘Am I interrupting?’ she said with a traffic stopping smile. It stops me. Every time. I caught my breath, getting off lucky this time. Usually it almost stops my heart. ‘No,’ I said, when I could breathe again. ‘Kate, this is Rebecca. Becca – Caitlin Brown. Kate.’ ‘You’re sure I’m not interrupting?’ she asked, looking at me. ‘I’m sure.’ ‘Then scoot,’ she said, nudging my shoulder with her hip. I moved enough so she had room to. She strutted to the edge again, and to a man there said, "smell me."The man did, stuffing his nose against her sopping crotch. When he tried to grab her, she pushed him off. "Not yet," she grunted. She treated several more men to her sopping crotch, then danced again to the center of the stage. There as she wiggled and danced, she slowly slipped her thong down, revealing her perfectly smooth pussy, glistening wet. She hugged the pole for the first time, now fully nude but for her pumps. She.