‘you’re perfect’ you whisper to me and I gaze back at you, you’re perfect too I think. ‘Go to her’ I whisper.You silently walk around to w...ere she is leaning up against the wall, on her phone, talking to someone I frantic Italian, her hands vocal in her explanation of events, or so you assume. You put one arm against the wall, and lift her chin up with your other hand. ‘You ok?’ you ask. She nods and says sorry again. She’s giving you that stare. The permission stare. You push her against the. Along with the bathrobe, there was a short welcoming agenda waiting for me. I quickly put away what very few things I had brought along with me, put on the swim-suit we'd been advised to bring along, as well as my new green robe, and headed out towards the pool where I noticed from my window that many who were already there began to congregate. I was pleased to note that some rather attractive looking waitress's dressed in white bikinis made the rounds taking drink orders and serving them. So. Before long, we were like two teenagers pressed against each other and kissing like there was no tomorrow. He had opened my blouse so he could lick my chest and give me a nice little hickey just over the cup of my bra.As I rubbed the huge lump in the front of his pants, John pushed his hips forward, and I knew that this was the time. Slowly I undid his belt, then the button, and finally I pulled the zipper down. His penis wasn't very big, but it was full of life and love.As I lowered myself to. Even from this distance I can hear her swallowing in nervous desperation.My phone vibrates....”Henry’s done. He found the house and left unseen. Can you go pick him up?” I ask Luke.“Why me! I want a crack at this bitch!”“My tape. My turn.” I say with a thumb pointing at my chest.He grumbled, “Fine,” and charged out the door.“Does she have a phone or anything that can ID her?” Neil says, looking at me. I dash outside and flag down Luke. He stops the car and looks back at me confused. I yank open.