Aside from her knowing that I like to be fucked by guys and me knowing that she was quite a good fuck herself, if only for one time, I really didn’t...know a whole lot about Greta except for things Andrea may have said in passing from time to time, but it wasn’t enough for me to piece full person together in my mind. I didn’t know her mom was a semi-famous artist and her dad was a session musician who both had some small fights of big-time fame back in the late ’60’s and into the ’70’s. And. The more she thought about this, the angrier she became. All her life men had been doing things for her, regardless of whether or not she wanted them done. While Johnson hadn’t said anything quite so crude as , " Don’t worry your pretty little head about this" , that had been his attitude, and she hated it. Her physical beauty- the blonde hair, the high cheekbones, the sky blue eyes, and the full, naturally pouting lips- had always had that effect on men. Having been born with that natural. I was sitting on one couch, my girlfriend on the other. I had managed to convince my girlfriend to ditch her panties for this night out, and every time she leaned forward to grab a bottle, that short dress moved up enough for me to catch a glimpse of her shaved pussy. We didn't get up to dance much out of fear that someone would steal our bottles of booze when we weren't at the table, so we just drank and enjoyed the music pounding out of the club's speakers. I wasn't too worried about the fact. Brende told us they just stripped off and jumped in the water so she did too. I think Brende enjoyed it a lot more than the others, but I couldn't say she did wrong. Right after lunch they loaded on the tour boat and headed to Chetumal.After they left, Leta told me that they would be back in two days to start dive school. I asked if there was room for them and she said "Yes, but she had to switch things around, where they could go out with Brende and Suzie Q." They were fun, but a lot of.