It took me longer this time to find you than the others.” Adrienne told me.“It’s just a bit disheartening to have this much problem seeing as I ...icked up everything yesterday so fast.” I told Adi. “Maybe I’m thinking about it the wrong way. I’m going to try something, come find me in five minutes.”She squeezed my hand as she said ok and went back to talk to the salesperson about the ultra HD television I had been looking at when she found me.Walking to the front of the store, I went to the hair. I don't usually go out on weekends because I hate crowds. But it was amateur comedy night and my friends were able to convince me to go along with the promise of a night of good food and great fun. The club was jammed packed that Saturday night. Susan was seated at the table next to us with a person I assumed to be her lover. It was difficult not to overhear the argument heating up between them about another woman her friend been seeing After a few minutes of quarrelling her companion stands. I stayed well clear of the camera view. “Yes, that’s fine Derek, by the way call me Monica please - you like my anticipation of a laying pose then?” she chuckled languishing in what she imagined was a classic pose. I pondered, studying for a few seconds. Getting a good eyeful of her hirsute crotch and indeed the unexpected thatch in her armpits... “Yes excellent ... now could we have this leg ... er ... this way. Gosh! you don’t mind, but it’s usual, touching the models to get the pose. I was hoping that two weeks in the tropics at a beach resort would bring back the passion.I had done some checking and had read in blogs that a lot of folks went to this resort so the wives could get black cock. My wife and I weren't swingers, and had never been interested in cuckolding or IR sex, although I have had the occasional fantasy. I wasn't really looking for anything to happen along those lines, but thought it might be an interesting vibe seeing what goes on while we had our own.