But the relationship with Bob was special; he was almost like family. Opening the door she exclaimed, “Bob, what are you doing here?” Family maybe... but he’d still never seen her in a towel. Bob was shocked by Sandy's appearance. No doubt a towel could make almost any woman look sexy, but nicely proportioned, seventeen year old Sandy looked especially so. “I just wanted to talk. With us not living together, well we don't get to see much of each other any more.” Bob hoped Sandy would buy the. Well back to my vacation. I like staying with the locals and get to know how they live, work, and play. I hitched a ride into this Village and got a room at the local hotel which wasn’t much to write home about, but it did have hot running water. The country is very rough with lots of jungle and uneven ground which makes it hard to get around if your not use to it. I saw them carrying there cargo on there heads and thought I bet they can carry me on there shoulders with no problem. I’m 5’10”. While we were waiting to drive our hire car onto the ship, my wife and I had sat in a taverna knocking back Metaxa Greek brandy. By the time that we had stowed the car and found the lounge I was shattered. Susan, my beautiful but wanton wife, had consumed enough Greek brandy to feel horny, so she told me to get another round of drinks and then find somewhere quiet for us to fuck.I had been driving all day and badly needed a few hours sleep, so I told her to get her own drink as I was going to. She was like a filing cabinet designed for pricks or a switchboard into which cocks could be plugged in whatever connection was required. Jonathon had fallen into the habit of fucking Brenda first thing every morning, and it was with that prospect ahead of him that he refrained from fucking Caroline most mornings, lugging his loaded prick, like a business-man's umbrella, to the office. This morning had been an exception.It had started out as usual.Waking up before Caroline, Jonathon had padded.