The colors were tropical and the appliances and electronics were state of the art. The condo had four bedrooms. Two were master suites with king beds ...nd attached bathrooms. There were two other bedrooms with two queen-sized beds each. They shared a bathroom. The kitchen was large with high-end appliances and an island. The balcony wrapped around on the beach side and then down the poolside of the unit. The poolside had the outdoor kitchen with a nice grill, a sink and an under-counter. "Everything ladies, otherwise you will get all wet" and to enforce his statement he squeezed the sponge over both those enormous melons. "Oh!" they both gasped and immediately the hooks were undone and there was a definite smack of flesh against flesh as those tits flopped free. It was difficult to hold back the word he wanted to say, for he was and always had been a tit man and what was now wobbling before him made his cock throb so hard it began to hurt. Again he squeezed the sponge on their. I twisted my hips, exploring my body with his penis. He lay still at first, then raised one hand to tweak my nipples while with the other he pressed and rubbed my clit. I could feel my climax building as I looked down at him, his face screwed in the now familiar contortion of his own rapidly approaching climax. That was all that was needed to take me over the top, my body convulsing as wave after wave of energy swept through me. He came at the same time, pumping his man cream into me in red. I walked over to the Fridge and got out a coke. I took a swig. Ahhhhhhhh. Refreshing. The front door opened. Josh walked in, plain white tee, blue jeans, sneakers. He looked at me. "Hi." I said, nervously. "Hi." he replied. "Whos your girlfriend?" I asked. Nice one, Captain obvious. "Amy Beigel." he said. "But she's not the one I like, the one I likes name starts with…m. " then he rushed up the stairs, dropping his cap on the top step. I was confused. Did he mean me…or? I left the Hamiltons.