It wasn't a special place at all, except for us being there.The bed of Mark's truck felt hard beneath me, even through the thick warm comforter we'd d...ubled over. We'd spent a lot of time on that comforter, mostly on the grass, which was nice and soft, but it had been raining most of the day. We contented ourselves with the back of the truck, lying close together with Mark's left arm beneath me, my head on his shoulder and my hand on his firm warm chest.We were both naked and we might have been. He sat in the driver’s seat, with the hole beneath him that was usually filled with his head, now filled with a cushion. Tom started the car and drove out of the garage and then out of the city.He looked across at his girlfriend. Her initial excitement of dressing up and Tom taking her somewhere as a surprise was now tempered by the fact that he was driving. She sat on the ‘regular’ passenger seat, wishing that she he was underneath her, kissing her, massaging her, making it almost impossible. Get your new bikini on, hon.”We all changed in the suite’s living room, and the Painful Welt strutted before pulling his Speedo on. He was sure proud of his ‘thing’. Justifiably so. Willow wanted to wear a wrap over her new, almost dry, white thong bikini, but the Painful Welt’s refusal struck deep into her own dark fantasy. I just wore my dad-style boxer trunks.True to his word, the Painful Welt took my wife into the gentle surf as soon as he took her top off and spread sunscreen all over her. ”To her surprise, her introduction was greeted by giggles from two of them and a frown from the one Maria had addressed. Then the middle girl, who appeared to be nineteen, hit the older one on the arm and said, “I told you, Sam! You had better do something in a hurry. You’re really starting to age fast.”Then she extended her hand and said, “Welcome, Maria, Duchess of Burgundy! I am truly honored. I’m Henrietta Conroy, but I only answer to Hank. As you just gathered, the fading older one is my.