Helen was sunbathing in the archipelago, on one of the numerous islands available, small rocky enclaves, with little stretches of beach measured in me...ers.Swedes use them, most preferring to choose deserted sites, and with privacy, comes nudity.Helen was dropped their by her husband, who promptly weighed anchor and sailed back to complete business, then return.Helen set out their belongings, cool box and sunbathing mats, towels etc.She then surveys the scene, many boats powered and sail passing. She turned right and headed for the city limits. She knew exactly where she was going.There was a road leading out of town. After the last stoplight, the road was straight as an arrow for a long stretch. There were no homes or businesses out there, just a Shell station on the corner with a convenience store next to it.It was The Strip. On Saturday nights, The Strip was the place to be if you were a teenager. The boys were all there: flexing their mechanical muscles; puffing their internal. Marybeth began to react but Denzel stopped her by grabbing her. His look became deadly stern as he spun her to look at him. He explained that the tinted picture window they were standing near was one way glass with mirror on the pool side. Terry could not see her. She was advised to remain silent as they explained her situation. Marybeth was horrified at what she heard. Terry would be out cold in about 4 more minutes due to the roofies that she’d been slipped. Once she was out the seven men. Now Sheeba had a constitution that was neither fat nor thin. Sheeba had deliciously extra-sensual thighs and the thighs were deliciously carved with sexy hips. It was a delight to see her walk; she swayed her hips and her hips undulated like waves breaking over the indented coast line of the sea.I made Sheeba acquainted with my family and she and Cherry used to come over during weekends to stay at home for the simple reason that they relished homely food. While at home we use to fondle and kiss.