Trent, ofcourse, had done the same. In fact, neither of them actually knew whatthe other looked like or even each other's names when not under theinfl...ence of Exotica. Typically, before they parted company afterspending the night together, they would set a date for the next timethereby avoiding any awkward phone calls from unfamiliar voices. Theirnight would begin after finding each other at the club. After someflirting and dancing, they would go to a top flight hotel alwaysreserved by Trent. As I lowered my face to her mound, I felt myself accepting her reasoning about the chat thing; I no longer felt challenged by it. Sliding up her body I kissed her. I probed her slit with the head of my cock and pushed. I slid in easily. She rose to meet my thrust and then she was impaled and I was screwing her. She mooed and moaned and shivered when she came. I knew she wasn't faking it. The look on her face was stunning. I'd not seen that look before. She looked, what, frightened! She. The third night away, we had our test results back; we were cleared for flight.We had dinner at a white tablecloth place, shared some wine, and walked back to the hotel.I liked her; she was unpretentious, she dressed like she always did, jeans and a tee shirt. No makeup, no jewelry, and she got tipsy after one glass of wine.We faced each other as we undressed; I was slightly swollen but not erect. She sat on the bed and looked at it for a while; I pulled it and let it drop so it bobbed around,. "Have a dick?" she offered after an awkward silence. "Yeah, that's whyit's called Dickies."I processed that information as I took a sip of my second beer but Ialmost choked in surprise as a sweet creamy liquid hit my tongue.Turning the bottle around I saw the label, 'Dickie's milk.' It readbelow the bar's logo. 'A creamy smooth pina colada.' "Not quite what Iwas expecting," I coughed.Camille reached out and wrapped her hand around mine, raising the bottleback to my mouth. I went to take a.