His hands were still working on my tits, but now that he had moved down a little so I could feel his hard cock on my thigh. I wanted to moan, but I di...n’t because that could have made things more dirty and slutty, and I didn’t want that. Kissing and moving a bit more down, his mouth had almost reached to my nipples. “Stop, stop!” I said. He did stop, and looked at me. He thought that, we were not going to continue this so he got off of me. I also stood up, and looked at him. There was nothing. .’ the stilted electronic voice read off the time. Freeing herself from the bedsheets, she stood, stretched, yawned. She padded over to the laundry bin beside the bathroom door and took the clothes from the lid where she had placed them the night before. She layed them on the floor, then grabbed them again after stripping off her shirt and panties and depositing them in the bin. Some twenty minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, dressed and toweling her hair dry. Smelling fresh brewed. "I'm having a bath, yournew clothes are on the bed," and after receiving an acknowledgement, Itook my bathrobe and went for a soak.When I got back, John was dressed and looked really dishy, edible in factand the casual shirt really suited him. "You look terrific," I told him."All you need is the sombrero and poncho and you'll look like a scrubbedup version of Clint Eastwood in one of his Westerns."He smiled. "You don't think it's too colourful?" No, definitely not, it's just right for the place. That nap could wait a bit.Out in the bedroom, Steve finished unpacking and putting the empty luggage in the back of the closet, and then he undressed. He figured to take the next shower, so he put his own toilet kit on the dresser nearest the bathroom. Then he looked again at the lava lava flowers and was struck again by the similarity to a woman’s vagina, the labia minora, labia majora, and clitoris. He sniffed the flower and again noted the resemblance to the musk of a woman. His cock began.