The men pretty much reverted to form. There was no locker room banter about who did what with whom and how great it was. Like the women, we avoided ...nything that could be too heavy and retreated mostly into silence. When the women called us to the table to eat, we felt an unspoken sense of relief. The precedent had been set. We had spoken honestly with one another to begin the evening and everyone would expect as much from one another now. After some small talk that seemed to knit us back. "Well, he was smiling before we started, it was as though he knew what was going to happen before we began," explained Natasha.Helen looked at her daughter and frowned, "That's a bit flimsy isn't it?" It is a bit," agreed Natasha, "but he's also taken to making eyes at Kirsty in the last week or so." Is that something new?" asked Helen, not quiet understanding her daughter's logic.Natasha snorted, "Well, it always used to be me," she said. "But that had been going on for so long it didn't. I am merely breathing slightly harder than usual as befits the physical exertion that I just ... uh ... that I just ... did. You're the one who is panting like a bitch in heat!" Oh yes, the wheezing really sells it! Go on then, catch me if you can!" And with that, she is off again. I'm not quite sure how it started. We shared the way home today, and we were brainstorming options for the afternoon's activities. And with all that talk about ... you know ... I must have started walking faster, and. It was at times painful, and as I waited in the security screening line it showed no signs of relaxing. Of course it didn’t help that all I could think was in a few short hours I would be less than hour’s drive from Laurie, the hottest, nastiest, horniest, sex freak I had the pleasure of knowing and who seemed to want nothing more than to spend the weekend with me fulfilling whatever fantasies we could in the time that we had. At least that’s what she’d been saying, and whatever doubts I.