I could hear Tina’s raspy breathing as she looked at me and asked, ‘Well, Mike, should we?’ I didn’t know what to say. Skinny-dipping was some...hing sexy that we had never tried, but I was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the sexual tension obviously growing between Jason and my wife. Just then, Tina stood up, peeled her modest one-piece bathing suit off, and dove into the water. She was barely wet when Jason swam right over to her and put his arms around her from behind and filled his. Not entirely startled, she had squeaked another of her cute little giggles, then took his hands and held them close to her face again. Their fingers finally interlocked and he squeezed hers with his in the ‘grip-grip-grip’ code that he had taught her. ‘Whatever do you mean, my Pennsylvania Poet?’ she had cooed. Kissing her fingers then, and the backs of both her hands, one after another, he had told her: ‘It’s just that any men who aren’t like me tonight must surely be miserable. And I surely. “Go on, suck your nipples for me, pretend it’s me. What would you tell me to do?” I wasn’t sure I could say the words. This was a first for me. I had never done this before. I gathered up my left breast and extended my tongue. I licked at the nipple and then flicked it. It felt wonderful. At that moment I wished it was her. I wished it was Angela. “I wish you were doing this Angela. Lifting my breast as I am doing now and kissing my nipple. I would tell you to suck on them and flick them and. I was finally at the room and we were opening the door. The first thing that I saw was the moonlight coming in across the window straight in line of the path of the door. As we walked in more my grandmother switched the light on. The first thing I saw was pink currents with a purple border above the currents. My jaw dropped completely.Then she moved me on in to the middle of the room. She pointed me to the right and along the wall I saw the crib. Inside the crib were rolls among rolls of pink.