You can bring your camera.’ She locked the office doors. We went our respective ways to change. We always wore outer clothing on our way to the poo.... She returned wearing a tee shirt and shorts. Pool together. We went to the pool. I brought my camera, mask and schnorkel. She peeled down to her string bikini. I down to my bathing suit. We hopped into the pool. Then we hugged. We held each other for perhaps another thirty seconds. It wasn’t sexual – it was loving. She said: ‘Pictures.’ I. ‘Take it off,’ he said, nodding at her bra. She shouldn’t have needed to be reminded. This time her searching eyes did find his. Was that defiance he saw there? He was becoming irritated—maybe she’d need to be taught a lesson… Her full breasts bounced free as she discarded the bra. Her nipples were already hard. Other than Carmella, had he ever seen such a sexy sight? His erection twitched. ‘Now the panties,’ he impatiently told her, reminding himself to stay calm. He was becoming so used to. You always refer to Carlos as Mr. R. Why?”“Respect, Sir. If I am with him, he becomes my ‘Sir’ like you are when I am with you. But if I need to distinguish between you, he is ‘Mr. R’. ‘Carlos’ would seem too familiar.”“Very good, thank you.” After I finished serving him helpings of the dinner and refilling his wine, I served myself and took the seat to the side of him so we were closer. Then, he started, “Now, about this proposal from Carlos.”In generalities Mr. R presented the following to. Her areolas and erect nipples were visible through the thin material of her top. She climbed back in the van and said that she felt much better. We talked about her going to college in the fall and how she just wanted to spend some time alone with me before she went. We got to where we were going late and set up camp. I cooked super and we went to bed. We slept in the van. My bed was a fold down in the back and she rolled out her sl**ping bag right next to and below on the floor. She went out.