I never have liked this modern style of sloppy dressing and you thankfully stick to a more conservative manner of dress and right now all I can think ...f is what I am going to do to this perfectly groomed man of mine.I shiver with desire, my nipples push against their covering and I am totally aware of how hot and moist I am now.Mmmmm I want you so badly... Standing close now to your silent figure I reach my hand out and slowly run my index finger down the center of your back. You swing round. My plan was to tour Williamsburg the following morning, and then head south. We showered and dressed for dinner. I was surprised when Megan finally wore her new dress. Was this her way of telling me that this was our last night together?Was I becoming paranoid? I decided the best way to put the matter to rest was to ask."Are you considering catching a flight home?"She looked at me, shocked, like I'd struck a nerve.I decided to help her make up her mind. "For your information, I can list ten. At the top of the dune they set the cameras up recording us.As soon as they started our way, “Gordon; disable or destroy the cameras, strip the memory cards out of them,” I instructed.The group came to where we were and sat down, “Hey, you want to party with us?”“No! Get lost,” I replied.“Don’t you like young Arab men, we can treat you right,” one of them said.“This is a private beach by invitation only, and I know you have no invitation. It is also a nude beach and you are dressed. I know Arab. Leaning back, I shifted her to a more comfortable position with her cheek on my shoulder. Without thinking, I turned my head to plant a soft kiss on top of her head. The chair was sinfully comfortable, so when she began to softly snore, I too fell asleep.Sometime later, she stirred and sat up in my lap. “Ryan?”I opened my eyes. “Are you okay?”“Husbands and wives are family, right?” Eretria studied my face.I nodded. “Yes they are.”“Then, we’re family, too.” She laid her head on my shoulder.