Only then did she jump, and looked down."This is weird," she said."Weird good, or weird bad?" I asked."I don't know. I can't think too well right now,... she said.At various times during the ensuing experiences I had with these girls, I adopted tactics that my admittedly twisted mind perceived as being necessary to establish some kind of important point. At least that's what I think I was trying to do. I'm not even going to pretend that any wisdom was actually exposed (or accepted). In any case,. Tarnisha and I just have a passionate liking for something and we both like to engage in," I replied, giving her enough chance to say what she wants. I know what she wants; she has to tell me herself."We both have the same passionate liking for the same thing but it's difficult to find others of the same ilk, but I think I have found another, you. Tarnisha was telling me you love the slow models rather than the quick ones. I too prefer that model, which is even rarer, I also hate the rough. Dried come was sticking to my pubic hair and thighs. I glanced at the hotel radio-clock. It was late in the morning. Phil had said that he had to catch a plane this morning. Maybe he had already left. I yawned and scratched my pussy, which was itchy from heavy use and dried come. I got up and glanced at the floor to check that my dress and shoes were still there. They were. My mouth felt a little sour but I noticed that something was different. I don’t have the taste of come in my mouth this. The next 3 day we spent on the beach relaxing in the sun, on our 4th day we grabbed a bus and headed for the bazaar, after buying t-shirts, pants, and such, we stopped at one stand I was looking at undies and I have to say that they had things on that stand that were a lot more sexy than most things in a sex shop, I picked out some pantie and bra sets, and was looking at some other thins when a young man walked up with some boxes, the same guy who had washed me the other night, we said hello,.