A bright, uncomfortably warm light beams down on you. You look up, expecting to find yourself looking at a surgical lamp before crying out as you star... directly at a summer sun, at its zenith, brutally assailing the beach with its rays. Wait, the beach?Burning hot white sand nearly scalds your palms. Waves crash loudly against the shore. Birds shriek overhead. You sit up and survey the location in utter bemusement. It's definitely a beach, complete with palm trees, rock formations. A large. If the plants here are similar to those of home – wherever that is – I should be able to say that this plant should be good for this ailment, and that plant should be good for making a herbal tea. That assumes that the plants here are the same as the ones I am used to.”John was delighted to hear this.“So you might be able to walk around and identify plants that should be useful for us in a number of ways? Even if they are not the exact plant, some tests should show whether or not the plant is. I'd planned to do that by sitting us in a triangle (Ava on watch initially, so not included), and encouraging three-way kisses and each of us having one hand naturally exploring the other two.Both sisters were so incredibly happy and eager that it only took a few minutes before I motioned for Ava to join in. I didn't give the sisters any chance to refuse Ava's joining us; I simply opened one arm to let Ava slot in, and then Ava and I started kissing the other girls and each other, our hands. ”“I’ll say this one more time, Sarah. Try to read my lips. I’ll go very slowly. I did not touch that woman’s tits. That’s the reality of the situation. What you should be worried about is how we handle this,” I concluded.“Handling things is what got you into this mess,” stated Sarah. “I gave you my best idea. Apologize to Tim and Betty and keep your eyes and hands off her tits. This is pretty embarrassing for me. Everyone’s going to be asking me about my husband, the pervert,” lamented Sarah.By.