"There are people here, Karl," I continued protesting, stepping out of my panties. "They're going to call the police if they see me naked." Probably,"...Karl answered with a shrug. "God, you are so beautiful."I smiled as his eyes raked my tight body. At twenty-eight, I was in the best shape of my life; my breasts were round and supple, with dark nipples that all my lovers had enjoyed. I noticed his eyes dip down to the landing strip of honey-brown hair that led to my juicy cunt. To keep my my. I don’t know what Rod’s take on the whole love thing is. With Christine doing all the talking he can barely get a word in edgewise. There must be something to it though or he wouldn’t be moving in and me, moving out. To me, Rod looks a little too much like a living, breathing Ken doll. He belongs here on the sunny beaches and so does Christine. Together the two of them are a matched set of tanned skin, sun bleached blonde hair, and blue eyes. And me, with my dark eyes and even darker hair, I. Did Janiceever ask you to share your feelings with her?" "All the time," I said. "And did you?" "I guess not." "What else didn't you do?" "Well, it gets kind of personal, I'd rather not say." "Then I'll say. She's told me. Your sex life with Janice isdullness itself. You screw for your own relief, not to express orcreate and share pleasurable feelings with her, and you neverimprovise new variations. She asks for a little kissing andhugging and cuddling now and then,. .. “I don’t know ... you find out.”She shifted to Personal Assistant. I wonder which of the wives or girlfriends would like a job.“How is it?” she asked.I admitted to brutal cold and so did they.Maria asked, “Coffee, tea or something stronger?”Stronger was requested ... Bailey’s Irish Coffee is what she served. I even had some ... it’s damn cold outside. Maria did not approve. She never does.“You’re too little to drink.”And that got me thinking of dancing on the bar on a tropical island in the.