"Her scowl quickly turned soft and she brought her hand to my face. "Its ok sweetie. We get pervs back here and have to be careful. Just do not get in...way and wait for Champagne."Speaking of the same, she glides behind me and softly whispers in my ear "You were right. Renee is here. I left her in the back, She is your ex-girlfriend, huh?" My shoulders slump down and I take a deep breath. Looking up at Champagne and Francheska. "Yes. she is. This is the last place I thought I would run into. We were married for 25 years and even though the worst days have passed, I still feel empty. I try to find solace in things I once enjoyed, like sitting in my beautiful big garden with a glass of white wine, reading his favourite books or spending time with my son, but nothing works. I have never felt so lonely. I feel so..."Hey Ms Gardner," a familiar voice calls from behind. Peter."Peter! What brings you here?" He flashes his kind, boyish smile and stands beside me, his eyes following my. When we finally arrived, Tom opened the door for me and I walked in. The house was really nice with wicker furniture and tropical themed interior. I could see the beach from the window.The black guy then offered me a drink.He poured both of us a glass a wine and sat next to me.Then he told me he had brought me there to fuck me. But he would not do anything against my own will. I could leave whenever I wanted…I started to get up, but the Tom grabbed my arm.He told me he had been fucking tourist. So everybody drank a lot. Everybody flirted a lot. And almost everybody went home with extra company, including my two girlfriends and me. After all, Maria and Nataliya had very much enjoyed their Friday night with me and Sasha, but the pair of Russian dolls had never had me, Sasha, and Adrienne together, now had they?So at the end of the night, the five of us retired to our ocean-front bungalow and started stripping clothes off. As drunk as I was, I mostly operated on auto-pilot, and when I.