We need to come over." "Where are you?" Brentwood." He mentioned the name of a bar less than a mile from myrented condo. "OK. But no more drinking..." I just want to show Marco a good time. And the bitch kicked us out." Just be quiet when you get to the garage so you don't awaken theneighbors."I douched and jumped in the shower to freshen myself. JC had alreadycome and gone, and while I hadn't offered any promises of monogamy toRonaldo, I didn't want to offend his sensibilities with the. She tossed her auburn locks over her shoulder and stepped out of the closet toward me, grabbing a long, white, fringed beach wrap from a hook on the closet door and tying it around her waist as she slipped her sandals back onto her beautiful feet.I could hear the bellman finally take a deep breath as she strode toward the door of our hotel suite. "Get your trunks on quick; I'll meet you at the pool bar and we'll find a beach."I watched her swaying hips as she exited and left the two of us,. The couple were maybe five or six years older than we were, nice looking. They were not Ken and Barbie types, but looked like the neighbors next door types. She had long dark hair and his was cut short. He had his hands on the steering wheel, he had big hands, and my wife loves big hands. We didn't know what was going to happen next when they both started kissing and fondling each other. We stared mesmerized as he pulled off her top exposing her tits that were firm and bursting cupped in her. She put her head back against my chest, hugging me tightly.Professor Mung sighed. "This ... requirement is a relict from when this school was founded in the late fifties. Society was much more inhibited back then and finding models was nigh-on impossible. Perhaps it is time we change that. Your complaint against Professor Dumont will have to be rejected though, as he was perfectly within the rules, if perhaps not entirely accepting the spirit of them." This might hurt a little," I told Franka,.