"Ye-ye-yes ma'am." I had a hard time giving a straight sentence. "But well, you see. I see more then, than less now. I mean there's more visible here ...han there. Um, when we were on the couch. Um..." I'd become verbally crippled! Even though I had just seen her full body naked as she caressed and rubbed her way to a glorious orgasm, seeing half of her now was ten times more hot. Because she was willingly and intentionally showing it to me. I dug a fingernail into my leg trying to reset my brain. . the 'Nam. Dark times ... bad things..." he gravely intoned, shuddering convincingly before turning away to sob like a little bitch into his pillow.He'd said he caught a hunk of shrapnel in his grill when he attempted to deflect an incoming mortar round with his skull, like the former World Cup soccer star he had also told her he used to be ... before that damn war changed everything.She'd felt so badly for her brave and apparently formerly athletic hero. "Gosh, Sledge, you were a World Cup. Spencer was in my room having changed his mind. Maam, you are impossible to resist, he said, as he lifted me into his arms and carried me outside. The warm breeze and fresh air hit us both as he laid me on the soft sandy beach just a few feet from where the waves continued to gently roll in and roll back out. He lowered himself on top of me kissing me gently. My hunger to be pleased, to be fucked hard the way I usually like it, had me breaking the kiss and pushing him onto his back. I tugged. But he's given me some looks too, she thought idly. Has he noticed mine?Richard caught her staring at him, and grinned at her. Sandra grinned back, and the trio went out the double glass doors and into the city.The morning was a riot. Emily led them throughout the city, refusing to relinquish the 'priceless and rare' map she had paid a quarter for at the terminal. She had also bought a cheap, black beret at a costume store they passed, and she was the tour guide. She made up crazy stories.