I’ll talk to you later, okay?”I hung up on my Aunt and grabbed my luggage. A two hour flight from the big city of New York to the small beach-side...village of Sancun in Florida. There weren’t many people in Sancun but it was only a 20 minute drive to Miami, a big spot for tourists, spring-breakers and the people who lived there. Of course, I could drive five hours to either Panama City or Orlando if I wanted to. But who wanted to drive that long? No one.After passing through security and. A car horn sounded and Steph ran from the room and upstairs and I heard the door to her room close.Like a man on fire I followed and opened her door. Steph stood there holding her nightie in front of her with her hands and she covered her body with it. "We shouldn't" she uttered and then slowly lowered the nightie exposing her pert teen tits capped with red nipples and then it was at her waist covering her pussy. She stood with her head down and did not look at me. Steph had removed her panty. Should I check it out from the library?”Rosie laughed again, “If you have a couple of years to read it. It’s over 4,500 pages! I only read small parts of it for an honors literature class my Senior year of High School. Anyway, Casanova isn’t anything like the popular idea of him.”“You seem more relaxed, Rosie. That’s a good thing.”“Well, talking literature, or horses is relaxing for me, and I guess I feel comfortable with you,” she laughed. “Do you have anything to drink?”“Coke, Dr Pepper,. I had an almost instant orgasm, and Rick was excited that he had gotten a good shot of my orgasm face.Just then I heard Mark’s voice saying, “Hi honey."Apparently, I had lost track of time and had been gone for quite a while, so Mark had come looking for me.Rick said, "Who are you?"To which I quickly replied, "He's my husband."Hearing that, the two bystanders who had been enjoying my tits took off.Rick moved back and said, "Look, buddy, I don't want any trouble. My name is Rick and I'm a.