She wagged her head and tears welled in her eyes.I put my arm around her shoulder and she snuggled up to me and cried. I stroked her cheek with mine a...d softly caressed her waist.Tears still fell from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. I kissed them away. I looked down at her and a warm fizzy feeling ran through my breasts.Tammy was twenty-two, the same age as me. She had medium-length curly light brown hair, deep brown eyes and a tawny complexion. She was big-boned and full-bodied, not chubby,. I... I'm... I'm...”“And I've been married to your uncle for almost twenty years now. And lived in this haze of his and seen how girls around him act and what they want and what they are willing to do to get it. And it's beautiful. And addictive. So addictive, and why shouldn't I get something extra out of it too? And it's like this, people like you and your uncle, you have an obligation to the rest of us. You owe it to us to give us what we need. It's like that guy that gets you hooked on. Sasha was herself a free-spirited woman who was looking to meet other open-minded people so right from the start we hit if off with each other. We quickly got involved in a relationship and she completely accepted the male and female halves of my personality. So after a couple of months we decided to go on holiday where this story really starts…Most of our days were spent lazing around the hotel swimming pool, sunbathing, wandering around the old town on this idyllic island. During our second. ‘So why did you call me instead of the police?’ ‘Because you were the first person that came to mind. And I thought that you would have calmed me down enough to tell me to call the police.’ I replied. She sighed and she told me to pack some things that I would need for the rest of the weekend and for work that week. I looked at her and she just nodded her head that she was serious and so I did. When I returned from packing I heard her close her phone. And when I saw her face she had a serious.