DF’s huge bed was on a raised platform and when needed, could be surrounded by beautiful fold-out screens. The bathroom, essentially a wet room, was...encased by frosted glass. The bathroom floor was covered in a rubberised material and in the centre of the room, there was a built in ottoman seat, two-foot high and four by three feet in length and breadth, also covered in the similar, but thinner material as the floor.Having finished our drinks we finally moved towards the bed. DF immediately. The car pulled over,and I could see that it was occupied by a couple of coeds. I approachedthe driver side door to see two very young and attractive girls. Thedriver, a light red head, was wearing a white cotton oxford shirt withbutton down collar, and what appeared to be a pair of khaki slacks. Thepassenger had on a similar shirt, but with a black skirt and stockings.Neither were wearing seatbelts.“Do you know why I stopped you?” I asked.“Probably because we ran the light” the driver meekly. ‘Let me get you the book.’ Laurel sank onto a mattress on the floor, with white sheets, not perfectly made up, and decided that Lawrence, or Larry, or whatever he was calling himself was making her very uncomfortable. She made up her mind to leave as quickly as possible, but even as she thought this to herself, he reappeared, and her stomach flipped. Did she really want to go? She stood up to meet him. ‘Here’s the book,’ said Lawrence calmly, moving towards her. He handed it to her, but was. To my surprise, she wasn’t wearing any bra which made me think as if she waiting for this moment. WHAT A BODY!!!!!! I was amazed at the beauty of this lady in front of me. Slowly moved my hand towards the treasure, moved my hand over her breasts and started to squeeze them firmly, sucking and biting the mangoes. She had her eyes closed and kept moaning. After a while she stopped me and bent down on her knees moved her hands on my trousers and teasingly undid the button and pulled the zips.