I could use the company?, Claire smilingly said. She wanted to meet handsome guys, who would come here. But she wanted to avoid Americans and English,...since she thought them too arrogant. He joined her and smiled. ?I?m Hasan?, offering his hand to Claire. She took his and said, ?I?m Claire. You speak good English.? Hasan returned back the compliment, ?So do you?. After having a normal conversation, they got along really well. Hasan was from Lebanon, from Beirut. He was also vacationing in. I drive away from the place as fast as I can and to the nicest hotel in the area. We get the finest room available. She takes the opportunity to take a long, hot bath and relax. She comes out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel. Her smile instantly lights up the room. She stands in front of me and drops the towel. She looks at me and asks me if like what I see. She is perfection. Her body is flawless and beautiful. Her breasts are large and perfectly shaped. Her legs lead to the most. The bottoms consisted of the small triangle attached to a waist band on one end and another strap that went from a point between their legs, up through the crack in their butts to the back of the waist band. They put the tops on and adjusted the small patch of material that barely covered the areola of their breasts.The young girls looked at themselves in the mirror. They couldn't believe that their own mothers would buy them such items. Kim looked at her mom's suit. The top allowed most of her. She then walked towards her door and just before she left she waved to me. This was clearly a game.One evening, while sitting downstairs in my living room, where I also could see her room. She had been in her room for a while and we had waved to each other. The shutter was closed by her but with a good opening, so only ¾ down the window. I went up stairs to have better view and turned on the lights in my room, just to let her know I was there. I thought it was only fair. My chair was perfectly.