I licked up lovingly at the tiny blonde girl bouncing up and down, crying out so that the entire island might have known what we were doing.I didn’t...care. And for the first time in weeks, I never thought about Allison.Every second of attention with the succulent taste of her flesh, holding her barely bloomed breasts, pinching at her nipples harder and harder at her request. Then she changed positions, and we did our best to contort ourselves into a sixty-nine position until it became apparent. Wasn't it. she said still looking me over ,well i hope i see you again and walked off, i watched her hips and legs ,momentarily wishing i had walked with her, then slowly made my way to the clothing optional end of the beach,As i approached the sign designating this as the nudest end, i started to slowly unbutton the front of my dress, the warm breeze ruffling it and gently caressing my bare breasts, as i undid the last button letting the dress open freely, i heard a yell and the sound of. I was very happy and knew that she also was in mood, that most of time end up in amazing moments in bed. Now problem started. I had an immediate assignment to finish so couldn’t leave early on time. So I called up and gave her my room key and said go and wait there. We did that few times, and she agreed. Once she left I messaged buy one sprite and go home.She knew that I got vodka for her from pondicherry, vodka with sprite was her favorite. After 1 hour she called from room and asked where are. You know what I think it is? I simply think that it has become fashionable to hate America. It’s been fashionable for a while now. They say we’re corrupt, they say we’re heathens, they say we’re ungodly. And they have a point to a degree. But do they have the right to assert their moral rationale on us? I should think not. I believe another factor is the underdog syndrome. No one likes to see the New York Yankees win the World Series every year. (Well, I must confess — I do, because I happen to.