“You see the table over there? With all the phones on it?” said Ingrid.Miserably, Janice nodded.“Do you have access to your bank account on your...phone?” Ingrid continued in a reasonable tone as if she was asking for directions.Janice nodded again.“Well?” said Ingrid.“Do, do you want me to get it?” Janice mumbled.“Ja, I want you to get it!” Ingrid screamed.Janice half yelled in fright and ran to get her phone. The girls directing rude comments at the plump blonde as she wobbled past them, naked. " Yes, we were, weren't we," he managed to say."Shall we continue discussing them in my room? It is room 610, shall we say in twenty minutes?" said Gill, but she was on the move before Ben stammered his, "Yes, yes, yes," answer.A bit later, in fact almost twenty minutes later, Ben saw Gill still in conversation on the dance floor, but he was pleased to see her wind that particular conversation up. Most people had now either gone home or to their rooms in the hotel and Gill walked towards Ben. I was surprised by the way my own uncle seemed to flirt with me, even encourage me to display myself to him. He would ask me to reach up and grab things for him or tell me to bend over in front of him to check something on the floor. As surprising as it was though, I was more surprised at my own arousal. My pussy was damp all day and I couldn’t wait to play with myself again! Once again that night I took out my purple dildo and took it into the bathroom with me for a shower. Knowingly, I left. Lacie introduced her as Melissa. She was dressed in a dark green cotton dress that hugged her figure. We shook hands as we inspected each other warily, and for the first few minutes conversation was strained. Finally Lacie started telling stories about the two of them in college, where they did such pranks as streaking through the library during final exams. Melissa began warming towards me and I began flirting lightly with her, which to my relief Lacie only smiled at and seemed to encourage. .