I watched my beautiful Hawaiian darling go from cabinet to cabinet, pulling out bowls and some food. She kept her back to me as she assembled her conc...ction.After about five minutes, she had a bunch of soup bowls filled. At first, I thought I was looking at two banana splits. Then I realized that the "vanilla ice cream" I was looking at was really yogurt. There was some chocolate sauce and some nuts, and some crunchy stuff on top. I know she had a box of brown sugar out as well."This is. Two separate groups decided they needed to go skinny-dipping at some stage, and there were views of pale asses and breasts in the firelight. Vicki suggested we might like to do the same, but it really seemed a little like too much effort to move from the log.I should have known better than to resist a suggestion from Vicki though. It just prompted her to move on to something worse. She snuggled up close beside me, and started to whisper."She told me, you know." I thought she might, Vicki." All. The black suit I had tailored especially to hide my pistol in a shoulder holster and my hide-out gun concealed where still handy to to grab. No one ate much at lunch because of the butterflies in our stomachs. During the afternoon, Jack, Tom, and I checked and rechecked our preparations while the ladies were busy making sure their share of the festivities were right. After a small snack in the late afternoon we went to our rooms, washed and dressed, and waited for eight o clock when guests. She peeled off her panties and pulled the handky from between her cheeks. It was covered in his cum and her own juices. As she unfolded it she saw the initial AS embroidered in the corner. She showered, washing the sticky remains of the coupling from between her legs and around her anus. As her finger slipped over it with the silky touch of soap, she remembered his fat knob rubbing her there. Her mind replayed what she had allowed – encouraged – to happen in the crowded train, and suddenly.