They playfully splashed water on themselves and asked repeated their question.“I don’t know,” I shot back. I looked at the girl with the bigger ...oobs and asked if they were all natural.“Yes, there are,” she dutifully answered, wading closer to the side of the hot tub.“Feel them,” she instructed.“I’ll take your word for it,” I replied.“No really,” she replied, “I want you to feel them.”I scrambled from off the top of my beer cooler and reached down to feel her boobies. She looked up at me and. I could feel his leg pushing against my cunt as he started kissing me again and his hand went back to squeezing my tits.Mark continued kissing me for quite a while, and I was kissing him back. His hand was still playing with my breasts and his leg was still rubbing between mine. Mark suddenly moved his head down to my tits again. I had my hands on his head as he sucked on my tits but this time, I didn't try to stop him. It was starting to feel good and it had been a long time since I had been. Other differences were less easy to resolve. Football was definitely the round ball game, the American version being gridiron or sometimes American Football. Strangely the alternative had survived as 'soccer mom' or sometimes 'soccer concubine'. Jane and the others had certainly done their time watching Sam play. The Americans had their revenge though with the numbering of the floors in the new apartment blocks, the floor at ground level was numbered 1 unlike in England where it would have been. As we met she introduced herself "hi I'm emily, your girlfriends next door neighbour." the whole time we were chatting I couldn't help look at her body in her dress and was aware that my gf was away chatting to someone else so I could really enjoy a perv. It wasn't until later that night that I had a brainwave, Emily was on the other side of the bar and I could still see her arse, and me and my gf were chatting to someone else. I knew that Nobody upstairs in the apartments locked their room.