Wanda, you can't tell anyone. I'm supposed to keep this quiet. I can't have my best friend fuck things up for me." I'm not going to fuck anything up."...Wanda, it's what — eight hours since we talked? And now you tell the first people you see all about it?" Well, they're like family." Please. Do me a favor. Keep your mouth shut. Nobody should know anything about it until I stop showing up after Thanksgiving. After that, if they ask you, I'm being home schooled. That's all. If you absolutely can't. Looking around I noticed that our backdoor (ahem…) was only visible the owner’s backyard. The fence and thick hedges prevented anyone from looking at us. Hard and nestled between her buttocks, my cock now had a mind of its own. It had just cummed in the very pussy it wanted to sink back into, but now it really wanted to fuck it. While my right thumb hooked around my swimsuit’s elastic band, my index finger hooked around Julia’s bikini bottom. In one fast motion I brought both our suits down on. Then my mind wondered off in a different direction. I imagined a beautiful woman slowly crawling up on the bed and positioning herself between my naked thighs. She placed one hand on each of my knees and spread legs apart. She planted little kisses on my clitoris and over my cunt lips. Then she ran her tongue up and down the length of my slit and dipped her tongue into my hole. She spread open my lips with her long red fingernails and placed her mouth on my clitoris. She sucked me into her. In mid-September, we received notice that by ‘paying in full’ before the first of October we would get a 5% discount. The ‘scare quotes’ refer to my justified cynicism. First off, the 5% was only off the amount less deposit and did not include currently unknown port charges and fuel surcharges. A 15% ‘gratuity’ paid at the end of the cruise was also expected. As it ended up, the 15% included all of the above charges. The gratuity somehow ‘forgot’ about the 5% discount we got by paying.