I moved behind her and slowly kissed and licked her ears and neck as I unbuttoned and discarded her blouse. I ran my hands across her shoulders and up...and down her arms before moving to her breasts. I then slowly and gently caressed them through her black lace bra before I unfastened it and let it fall to the floor. She stood there with her arms across her breasts as if to hide them from my sight and I was forced to pull them apart and she didn't make it easy. She uttered a low ecstatic moan. Funny how that worked out. The next morning we loaded our stuff in Beth's Jeep and headed for the airport. I noticed our younger travelling companions had chosen backpacks, too. I had a feeling Beth had had a talk with Gail and clued her into how little we needed to make it through a week in the islands.Getting through security was the usual hassle, but knowing what was waiting for us at the end of the trip made even getting the Government Grope tolerable.Our flight landed at Grand Bahama. I found myself wondering what the fuck kind of guy he was anyway.Then, I offered for Jessica to go take a shower with me. I wasn't sure she was quite that comfortable with me yet, even though we'd been fucking our brains out in the last two days, but she readily agreed with me. She got off the bed where I'd just fucked her up the ass and we went into the master bathroom where my full shower was located.I've always thought as Jessica had grown into an early budding teenager and then into her. Allison was a 5'10" beauty, with black, neatly styled short hair, and dark eyes. Her classic figure was not quite concealed beneath the long sleeved, fully buttoned, pale green shirt that she wore. She was a reporter and interviewer for The Racing Channel, and the shirt bore her name over her right breast and their distinctive logo over the left. The shirt wasn't one that she would normally ever choose for herself, as it was not even remotely stylish or sexy, but because their NASCAR coverage.