No artist could have painted a picture more beautiful.The door closed and I shut my eyes, still seeing her. I was rock hard, and it had happened so fa...t that I was surprised not to have heard a cartoon boing. It's a good thing she didn't decide to open the door again for some reason, because I stood there until the sound of the shower coming on snapped me out of my daydream.I had to give my dick a squeeze as I stepped back from the door. It was throbbing like mad. I almost grabbed a handful of. ”“Good,” I responded and then asked the two questions I had jotted down earlier. They answered them to my satisfaction and then our lunch arrived.Before I ate, I excused myself to wash my hands and I took a minute to check my phone to see if I had any messages from Kitten. There were none so I figured she must be enjoying her spa treatment. I was looking forward to hearing all about it when I got back to the hotel.After lunch, the meetings got into more detail and by the end of the day, I felt. We drank Mama’s arak, and I put slices of nectarine into her mouth from between my lips, stealing a kiss each time and tweaking her nipple or tickling her, to much giggling. She would do the same, but tweaking the tip of my cock. Thanks to Mama’s arak, I was still hard as a rock and leaking profusely. After tweaking my cock, she would lick her fingers. In response I would dip my fingers into her and then lick them. Soon, thoughts of food fled from our minds, and we just took turns tasting each. We tended to lose power whenever we got hurricanes; global warming meant we got more and worse hurricanes.Once we started moving back in, Kelly and I decided we needed another vacation, a nice family vacation. The kids figured that out when Seamus overheard Kelly and me talking about it. He told Riley, and Riley dragged him into the living room to ask us.“Where are we going?” she asked.I looked over at Kelly, who smiled and rolled her eyes. “We haven’t decided yet.”“Pensacola? We haven’t been.