That is the essence of what I do. I make good artists great. I coax hidden talents out of people. I facilitate art. But...”She sighed and briefly lo...ked out of the window, which was now covered in tiny droplets. We were stuck behind a red double decker bus. Another one was stuck behind us.“But it is not for me to choose someone’s path. I may nudge. I may suggest. But I do not choose. And your path now leads East. I may not like that. In fact, it terrifies me. But it is not for me to stop you,. Mom will be out with Steve tomorrow night. We can do it then if you want.”Fran was subdued when She left. He went into his bedroom’s half bath. He lasted four strokes before erupting into the sink, college maturity be damned.The next evening there was a light tapping on his door. “Come in.”Fran came in and shut the door behind her. She stood staring at the ground, her chin quivering. Mark hugged her. “It’s ok. You don’t have to do this. Nobody’s making you.”“I want to. I want the bragging. She was taller than me by an inch. This is one of our adventures on a busy Caribbean beach. We went to one nice beach in Caribbean island Antigua. We did not expect the beach to be busy but it happened to be very busy. So we looked for some quiet spot and it was close to the small pier at the left end of the beach. May be because people did not wanted to get hit by boats, jet skies but as it appears they only docked on left side to avoid people swimming on right side. So we laid our beach. Glasson tuned her face to his and suddenly they were kissing with open mouths. Their tongues converged even before their lips touched. The kiss went on as Chris played with her breasts and her hand traced his cock from bottom to swollen head.They broke off the kiss and then it was a race to see who could get rid of their clothing the fastest. Chris stood there naked, as Glasson's skirt joined her shoes and panty hose in a puddle on the floor. He thought she looked sexy as hell as she stood.