I was immediately turned on and wet. He exuded raw male sexiness. Then he looked at me with those eyes, eyes that I now know change with his mood, eye... too blue to resist. We chatted for all of 15 minutes before we were making out and he was holding my ass and my hand was on his jeans feeling his cock. So many things he had boasted and I had shot down, now only to think he was right in his audacity. I left there hoping for another meeting but not sure if it would happen. The text was just as. The trip to Greece with thirty women was a nightmare. I was on pins and needles for the whole ten days dealing with carping, tardiness, diarrhea, homesickness, penny-pinching, and general bitchiness. To be fair, most of the women were lovely, but there are always a few problem children in every group – especially if they are women of means. Those were the ones I had been chained to."I never promised you a rose garden," said the leader as the group got on the airplane early one morning at Athens. .." said Karen."Aren't they all? And with tits out to here, I bet," said Monica, drawing back her shoulders to accentuate her own considerable bust." ... Ron!?" finished Karen loudly with a slap of hand on the table."Quietly," hissed Monica; her eyes darted from side to side to see if Karen's outburst had drawn attention. "We don't need to tell the world." She continued in a low but normal voice, "I didn't know if anything would happen between you and Ron, but I thought that – if things worked. He was also playing blackjack sitting at another table. He was drinking more than he was gambling…When he lost his last cent; he was slurring his words and getting a bit loud. I just made him get up and led him outside for fresh air.Victor was stumbling so badly. When we reached the lawn chairs he sat down heavily and held his head in his hands. Then he suddenly just passed out…That was when the handsome black stranger appeared again, as I was trying to awake my husband and walk him inside to.