.” She says breathlessly “I didn’t, I didn’t expect you to be coming home so soon.” I look at her sternly“Regardless if I’m home or not,...you know the fucking rules.” She pants, trying to recollect herself. She opens her mouth to speak“I-I’m-” I cut her off instantaneously “Yeah, yeah. I heard this for the last fucking time Alexa.” I approach her. I get onto the bed and lean over her while pinning her down. Her eyes look at me glossily, I stare back intently. I feel her heart pounding out of her. "Okay..." he explained, "All the gear we'll need is already on the island; blankets, food, pots and pans and stuff. But we are leaving on an outing tomorrow morning ... if we don't pack anything, it will look suspicious. I know we plan to stay naked the whole time but pack some extra clothes, anyway, just for show. And don't forget your toothbrushes and stuff. We'll pack our sleeping bags tomorrow morning, just before leaving. While you're doing that, I'll go 'ask' Jennifer for permission to go. After a few conversations back and forth, Stacey agreed to come to our house and have a few drinks and just see what comes of it, if anything does. That friday stacey arrived at ours and upon opening the front door I was amazed to see her dressed up and looking quite sexy in a black thigh length skirt and black shirt that barely did up over her huge breasts, the buttons gaping just enough to get a glimpse of a black and red lace basque underneath, just under the hem line of her skirt was the. Mr. Patel and Joe were genuinely sad that we were leaving, we'd been good tenants and not only was there mutual respect, but we'd grown to like each other as well and even Joe who we'd not really known all that long was quite sorry that we were going too.We spent most evenings in the garden, the girls just drinking a few cans of lager because of their condition, while I dismantled the greenhouse and generally got everything together ready for the move. We'd decided to go on Saturday, two days.