That’s nice. Do you have some lube there? You’ve still got your shorts on, don’t you? Take off your shorts and lube up your cock.’ I did. ‘O...ay, I’m lubed up.’ ‘Okay, with your cock lubed up, I want you just to touch the head. Don’t stroke the shaft until I tell you. While you’re doing that, I’m going to reach down with my hand and play with my pussy. I’m already wet… in fact, this glove is getting wet. If you were here, I’d take it off and give it to you to smell.’ I said, ‘How many fingers do. I looked back at Eric and he smiled at me seductively before telling me Paul wanted me bad. I told Eric I wasn't sure what he was getting at and started to pull my skirt back down when Paul stepped over and yanked it back up. I was a tad surprised by his boldness, so I hesitated when he asked if I was going to make them "work for it?" I looked back at Paul and shook my head "no" before I turned back to find Eric's dick out. I wasted no time wrapping my lips around my boyfriend's cock as I felt. Good guy, average build, blue eyes, dark hair, pushin’ 40. He’d been here as a kid, working the grounds at the Barclay Inn one summer. Almost local boy makes good, that story, rich man comin’ back to his roots. Nope, he didn’t come from here. His wife Betty was a bitch: tall, pretty thin, massive tits and hips, usually had a look on her face that could curdle milk. Matronly, wanted to rise high in society. Don’t think I ever saw her smile, well maybe a time or two but we’re not at that part of. But I was having the oddest, most stimulating sensations as I rose. I couldn’t reconcile the erotic sensations that were passing through my body with the fact that I was underwater. It almost felt like the air in my scuba tank was giving me continuous orgasms.When I broke out into the sunshine of Abaco Island the scene suddenly underwent one of those disorienting camera shifts that you sometimes see in the movies. I was no longer in the Bahamas. I was lying in a bed, wired to a monitor and with.