Let's begin."It was interesting to see how the crowd accepted the four instructions I had shared earlier with Kristen, Brenda and Jeremy. After I had ...aid the words, they all made a face that looked like they were thinking and then refocused on me. Not everyone took the same amount of time, the longest about 5 minutes. I tried to remember which ones were fastest and which were slowest.I spotted a computer and printer in the next room so I told everyone to stay where they were and walked over to. It was long enough so that you could just barely see the bottom of the legs of the shorts. She didn't have a bra on, and her nipples were plainly visible. She was just as pretty as she EVER was. Bright and fresh.Sharon invited her in, and offered her a cup of coffee. Sharon still had plenty of time, and sat down at the table to gab a bit. They talked of the night before, laughing and comparing notes. Sharon spoke briefly about her and Dave, and Misti told her that, she too, had needed more, so. “I said you’re still up for it!” Brandy grinned. “Pimping me out now? You cheeky slag!” roared Hannah. We got talking. The women revealed that they regularly holidayed together, originally with their husbands, but Hannah was now a widow, whilst Brandy’s had “buggered off with some fat checkout girl he got up the duff”. It turned out that not only were we all Northerners, but we had quite a bit else in common. Another round of drinks quickly followed and the anecdotes were getting raunchier. I. I loved how they called their little homestead, ‘The Cordova Keys’. To be honest, homestead is a far reach for words. James Cordova was a billionaire who earned his fortune in a joint venture with his brother Javier, a venture which had remained a mystery beyond that. For all I knew, it could have been gun or drug related. I laughed out loud at the image of James and Javier sitting back in lavish style on one of their island mansions, protecting their fictitious marijuana fields with.