.”“Whirlwind courtship. She’s a nurse. I’m a patient. She’s a rescue. I’m a rescuer. She’s warped. I’m warped. Marriage seemed to be t...e best way to protect the world from each other.”“Surely you have pictures.”“I do,” I said. I have a phone full of pictures of Mimi. She objects every time I snap one. I keep ‘em all. I bluetoothed my iPhone to my computer and started scrolling through them.“She’s pretty,” Belinda said.I grinned, first because Belinda had the same assessment of my Mimi that I. I was clearly just a man who, in spite of a few years of playing guitar, had no sense of timing or rhythm. What was so damned difficult about learning to two step? It certainly looked simple enough. My impromptu ‘tutor’, a 50ish man who had no doubt taken pity on the petite woman struggling with my hulking 6 foot 2 form, shrugged his shoulders and went back to dancing gracefully with his partner. I thanked him for his help, and marveled at the way they glided away. They had a certain elegant. She replied saying, “It tastes amazing baby. I wish you were here tasting it from between my legs and then giving me the taste from your mouth!”Reading this made me realize that Isha would be a freak in bed (just the way I like them). It would be fun to be naked with her. I then asked her to sit in front of a mirror, spread her legs as wide as possible and send me a picture of her pussy. It was now naked as the panties covering it was in her mouth.She did exactly as I told her and what a sight!. He was a bit of a bell end but he was a good looking lad and it looked like his luck might be in. “Go on then, might be a laugh.”She stood up and held out her hand, intent on leading him to the dunes.“Whoa there!” shouted Kev. He was a bit younger than the rest of us and known as a bit of a cockblock, especially if he wasn’t getting any himself. “That’s you sorted, but what about the fucking rest of us?!”At this point Liz chirped up, wholly unexpectedly. “Fuck it, fuck all of it. You four, us.