The rest of the evening passes in a blur of laughter and flirting. I remember going to dinner, with the immortal line, "Fancy something to eat Pet? Yo... do? Sweet, buy me something will you, I am broke!", and some good Italian food shortly followed.During dinner I put my hand on your knee and slowly slide it up over your thigh. You give me a look and try to be both coy and stern at the same time, but the twinkle in your eye betrays you. We have been getting dirtier with our flirting. I think. I was hoping that she was going to bring him home. I have this fantasy about her bringing a guy home while I'm asleep and starting to play around with him in our bed and waking me up.This is what she has in mind when she offered the ride. He pointed to his house and she drove by and said, "Why don't we go to my house? My husband will be ok with it." He said Ok, I'm down" (Duh, of course he was)I hear the door open a and the foot steps. It only sounds like her fuck me boots and I'm a little. He will be a while before he gets back to shore. How horny do you think he will be when he gets back and all of us here are covered in mud? Topless or dare we even end up naked and covered in mud? Don't hurt me. I just didn't think it right through. I should have told you first. Just put some mud down my bikini top and we will all have a huge mud fight and have some fun too.”Kelly was almost begging Becky not to go overboard with her punishment. Then she knew she was safe. Well, as safe as you. They turned to go, collecting their shawls from the king-sized bed. Stan followed. He kissed them both lightly on the back of the neck, and let them precede him from the room.The hotel had a number of wonderful historic rooms, dating back to the 18th Century. Stan and his two partners had an appointment in one of them, named after a former French Queen.Stan had cast around, trying to find a way to demonstrate his commitment to both of his wonderful women. He'd hit on this idea, broached it to.