You came into the restaurant wearing a loose, flowing white sun dress that left little to the imagination. I tried not to but wound up staring at you,...probably with a big dumb grin on my face. Breakfast was almost a replay of the previous evening, fingers touching, eyes undressing each other and great conversation. We did not ''talk'' about the night before but both of us remarked upon how well we'd slept. Hand in hand, we strolled into the deserted lobby. Quizzically we asked the young desk. She continued meeting my thrusts and squeezing down on my cock with her vaginal muscles. I yelled, "I'm cumming, Tara." "Shoot it into me, Alan." I did just what she wanted and felt my red hot seed leaving my body. Tara was shaking, let out a yelp, and then, she went limp. We were both done in and needed some rest. I was quietly recovering from that fuck fest, when in my drowsy state, I felt my cock about to be reused. Tara had awakened before me and was now helping herself to my junk. I felt. My breasts seemed to rise and my step seemed tohave more spring in spite of the spike heels, as this confirmation ofmy womanhood brought me greater confidence.Dinner brought another surprise. Each of us ordered a favourite dish,but Joan's first bite brought a grimace to her face. "This is awful!"she complained, "How is your Spanish rice?" My first bite also proveddisappointing and we were about to protest to the waiter when shesuggested I taste one of her cabbage rolls."Why this is delicious!". You are indeed a most generous Lord," Eamon said, as he placed the coins in a small wallet that he carried on the belt at his waist."We will be ready to leave shortly after Sunshine returns, and we finish packing. I will need some grain for the horses if you have any to spare. We can get more along the way," I told him."I will have everything in readiness for you, Master Ken," he assured me before he departed with a much lighter step than when we arrived here.Sunshine returned a short time.