And what better way to enjoy life without worrying than a week's holiday with my best friends?I'm lucky enough to have some few friends that I've know... since I was very young, and that I've managed to keep over the years. We are a close-knit group, and we stand the test of time. So, I proposed to them to go for a week, in August, to spend a week in a small village in Provence. The program included hiking, swimming in the local lakes, and lots of partying. Of course, those who were available. Andy was like a little kid on Christmas Eve. Crystal was done with her period and they planned to spend the whole evening together in our big empty house. Andy was desperate to make up for the almost ten weeks he hadn't slept with a girl. Our girlfriends showed up at our house as soon as they finished dinner, right after six o'clock.Penny and I told Andy and Crystal to have fun. I warned Andy that we didn't expect to be back until nearly midnight. Andy promised to look after the house until we. The gear he had stashed on the transported was in the forward compartments of that mess. “Shit,” he said. He doubted he would find anything serviceable amongst that smouldering pile.He realised it was now early in the morning. He must have been out to it for the better part of a day. His throat was dry and sore. He looked back at his part of the transport. He realised the passenger section he had been in had been ripped off the cargo section which should have been under it. He was even more. " She slowly untied the belt and openedher robe, letting it slide down her arms, to puddle on the floor. "Howdo you like it?"I was breathless. Lana was a vision of sexual invitation. My handsitched to touch her. I had to remind myself to keep my tongue in mymouth."Why don't you touch it?" she invited with a seductive smile. Then sheuttered those lines I quoted at the beginning to my story.Taking the satiny material between my quivering fingers, I ran my handsdown it, from just below her.