The room beyond was obviously our studio - a couple of bright spotlights were trained on a circular bed, draped in thick sheets of burgundy velvet. La...ing on the bed, completely naked, was a figure that I took to be a pubescent girl - slender, gangly limbs, and small, puffy breasts, with the face of a middle-American teen sweetheart and an expression of utter contentment. She was stroking her sharp, manicured nails over her stomach, thighs and breasts - I thought for a moment that we had. No one was in a hurry to leave the house, and it looked like they were intending to stay a while, recharge, and enjoy some more uninhibited sex.It was at this time that my wife looked over and finally noticed me standing there in the room. She looked tired, still very high, but content and satisfied. Her eyes widened a little as she recognized me, but a slight grin formed on her lips, as she seemed to realize her true nature and secret activities had finally been learned by her husband, the man. It was also a hands-on style, the shellfish were all cooked and served in their shells, mostly requiring fingers to be used. This was the reason for the variety of cleaning aids on the table.“Of course, this can get a bit messy, so there are serviettes and the finger bowls,” I explained.“But usually we just lick our fingers until the end,” Laura butted it.“So much for creating a good impression,” we all laughed.Kazumi was, as I expected, wonderful company and she seemed to really hit it off. You pay for dinner and buy a bottle of wine, two paper cups and we leave. We get in the car and you say that you want to show me a little bit of the island. I say okay and that for some reason I feel safe around you. You smile and say you are glad I feel safe with you. After driving for a bit and seeing the sites, you ask if I am ready to go home and I say yes but that I was wondering if you would like to walk on the beach with me, that we could sit and have some wine and watch the waves roll.