When I feel you learned you lesson...”The whole room was an old storage room full of boxers, closets and more furniture. It had a big white board on...the corner. “Aren’t I supposed to be doing something? I really can’t have to be here like 8 hours...I hope” again my thought began mixing. After 2 hours of desperation He sat down on a chair and began thinking about Rachel, again. Rachel is perfect girl; we all have one or several. He dreamt about her in ways he never though anyone else would. He. Still, she didn't know him, nor he her, and it wasn't as awful as if she had been caught by someone she knew. And she too noticed his hard-on. She even managed a feeble smile from between the bracket of those sleek thighs.Wood was, in fact, a bit of a prude or, at least, not very imaginative about the embellishments of sexual encounters. He loved to fuck and suck with women. But seeing two women together struck him as sordid--and yet it was extremely stimulating, as well. After all, it wasn't. For awhile they got into a nice rhythm where Serena would smack Jane on the ass... Jane would groan in response... Serena would run a finger across her clit... and the cycle would start over again. Finally Serena had a rippling, bone-shaking orgasm that brought her to her knees. Her vision went all blurry for a minute and when it returned it was focused on Jane’s glistening sex. Serena leaned down to taste it, her head swimming as she buried herself in the pungent scent and overwhelming. In their ten days in Hawaii so far she had tried out a few of the bars along the beach at Waikiki and avoided several pick-up attempts. She had shopped and acquired part of a whole new wardrobe. American clothing was excellent, though she found the underwear a little ho-hum. Her preferred bras and panties came from more forward-thinking places that understood the true meaning of the word scanty. They had been in Honolulu for the full ten days. Well, Ambrose had. Em had taken a two-night trip.