Mary lowered her face, cocked her head to one side and turned her eyes innocently upwards “Art thee tempting me with strong liquor, sire?” she ask...d, although the thin line of a smile on her face belied her naïve words.The men guffawed once more, clapping loudly. One said “Arr, a lass such as thee, I daresay ye could ne'er handle strong drink, eh?” challenging her to consume the drink.“Oh no?” said Mary, with an air of mock defiance. Picking up the glass she took a deep breath and raised the. ).The group had to move apart to let me move away from the bar, and I smiled at Supergirl (did she wear hers outside as well, or was that just Superman???) and said "You missed the National Anthem - you'll have to sing it at the end of the night, now". She laughed and said "No problem - if you'll get on stage with me!". I said of course I would, and complimented her on her underwear.That was it. A bit of banter. Food for the ego of a 40-something man that a young girl will still flirt back.. "Lucas, what would you like... Oh, My God!" I jumped, startled out of my state of bliss. I looked up and saw Jessica standing, wide-eyed, looking at my quickly shriveling cock in my hand. Her mouth was open in obvious shock. "Jess! Please!" I jumped up and tried to pull up my shorts as I turned away. I could feel my face beginning to turn red with embarrassment. "Oh, shit! I am so sorry!" Jessica said as she turned and beat a hasty retreat from my room. I was so embarrassed! What must Jessica. One of the staff was busy with a long fishing net, reaching and scooping the debris. At some point Rosie had deserted me and she was fast asleep in her own bed. Why is it always the man who ends up with the damp patch? Surprisingly she said nothing about the night before, except that she was glad the storm had gone. We read later in the free tourist newspaper of the damage the storm had caused. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," I said as I woke Rosie. I'd already showered and we need to be down.