Damn, okay, now this was more like it. Boys making out with boys wassuch a rare sight. A flush of heat washed over me as I pulled at thehem of my dres.... My great big hard cock had broken free of my pantiesagain and I kept having to pull my skirt down to keep it covered.I guess the box could do multiple trades all at once? That was going tosave me a lot of time.The two boys nearest me - I?d say they were probably members of theswim team based on their builds - each let out a low primal moan.. I wanted to cum so bad but I was loving the slow torture of denying myself an orgasm too. Without being particularly conscious of it I began squeezing and pulling on my right nipple with my left hand and it was sending electric shocks throughout my body. I looked back at the screen and was momentarily confused because I couldn't see Ben's face but a second later, I realized it was because he was standing up. I focused on that glorious cock that I had already burned into my mind. I wanted it in. So I met up with her and we had a great laugh over dinner and then headed on down to a lesbian bar in the village called Cubbyhole (I think) it was a nice spot and we were soon getting tipsy at the bar and I (as always) was becoming louder and louder the more Vodka Redbulls I drank. Well, what the heck, I was on holiday, no k**s no hubby just me and a bar full of women. There was going to be no stopping me tonight. So by the early hours I had danced with half the girls in the bar and flirted. Not plums, but I'd be doing bona fide leads in one of the biggest venues in the world; and, better yet, the dates largely overlapped with Camilla's Met commitment.So we took our four days in my cabin and made the most of them. We had to fend off reporters in droves; with Sam and Marilyn driving, and with Camilla's famous photo as fuel, our incarceration had stayed well up in the news, and when the media learned we'd been released the phone calls started coming. A carload of enterprising.