That was the only thing that made sense of her out-of-the-blue offer to come to my room when we’d met earlier.“Karla,” I said. “No matter what...your friends said, you do NOT owe me anything. I wasn’t taking you out expecting anything other than your company during meals, or you acting as museum guide. You don’t owe me anything at all.”“But you paid for everything,” she protested. “Even an expensive meal in Gorinchem! And you drove me back to Amsterdam! All because I asked you to!”“Karla,” I. 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 awoke in the morning I realized I had several large. "I'm, like,so sorry Kayla. I couldn't, like, stop him, ya know?" Kayla didn'trespond. She was incredibly horny beyond recognition, and Brit's voiceonly made it worse. She put on the clothes, which could barely beconsidered that. She now wore a push-up bra, black tight t-shirt thatshowed off her small and tight tummy, and black and purple plaid mini-skirt that barely covered her girly ass, complete with panties andleather boots with a four inch heel. She looked in a nearby mirror andstarted to. His name was Nick and he was here on summer break. My good wife said we should invite him to stay with us as we had an extra room at the cottage we had rented. I have no other choice but agree with her.After another round of drinks and more talking we finally all left for home. When we got to the cottage Anita poured some more drinks and I settled down to watch TV. My sexy wife and her new black friend were chatting away in the living room, until I heard him mention he was interested in music.