In bed one night during that visit Catherine showed me an article in a French magazine describing the growth of swingers clubs throughout Europe but ...articularly in France and notably in Paris. If Catherine was giving me a barely disguised message, I was surprised. Our sex life had been satisfactory if not exceptional, In the way one is led to believe these things happen, it had gradually dwindled from early passion to comfortable routine. Perhaps because I had grown increasingly. "Other boats have stopped here before. Things go more ... smoothly if everyone's dressed, even if your bikinis are wonderfully skimpy."He smacked his sister's ass. "You too, Jo. Grab mine, as well please."She scampered off."One last thing." He pointed at Candy. "You can't sunburn anymore. No lobster skin, and no skin cancer. Guaranteed."She looked positively shocked. "Not at all? You promise?" I do." He reassured her. "You might not tan, but you'll not burn. I've had all manner of guests on the. .and I tend to get copiously wet when aroused."You squirted, Mrs. Miller! When you came, your pussy just shot out gush after gush of this juice! I've seen women do that, but never that much! I'm envious, 'cause I've never squirted like that!"I feel my face flush, and I realize I'm embarrassed; I never knew myself capable of that, either. When I hear Jennifer softly laugh, I look up, prepared to be angry at being made fun of. But her look is tender."I'm not laughing to be mean, Mrs. Miller; I'm. .. After all ... Well, Dad was squeezing my tit on your wedding night. And that was when yours weren’t as firm as they are now, either. It’s only fair.”When they finally began to dress Karla, Elizabeth was standing apart from the naked women. “You all are too much! You are female perfection!” Then, looking at Marion, she began slowly to shake her head.“And what’s the trouble this time?” Marion asked.“Oh ... nothing...” Elizabeth said blithely.Marion just raised an eyebrow and waited.“Well,” she.