He lost sight of his attraction for the woman below him as he wondered about her. He enjoyed talking, and he enjoyed listening even more. He wanted to...know her name, where she comes from, where her family is from, and many other things. He sighed because he reminded himself for the ump-teenth time that women in California do not believe in having relationships, but in having fuck buddies. They all wanted someone to spoil them rotten with their Platinum Cards by the day and to fuck them hardcore. She got it. She came back and we went to her house first. She looked at me inquiringly, i said, ‘pack your bag for a couple of days. We are going on a holiday.’ she rushed in and got her bag packed. We started off and reached our destination within 30 minutes. It was an isolated beach house which i had purchased a couple of years back. It even had a private beach of sorts and the view was breathtaking. She exclaimed, ‘nice place you have out here.’ i bowed and said, ‘i come here to spend some. I scooped her up in my arms and cuddled her making sure that I gave special attention to those fine 34D's. Even though she thought herself too fat and her tits too big, she did like having them massaged and this was the quickest way of getting her juices going."Stop it," she giggled, a sound that will always live in my memory.It wasn't long before her legs flopped open and once again I got between them."You're fucking perfect," I whispered in her ear. "Great tits, nice legs."To be truthful her. A mass of cold air and the smell of vulcanized rubber greeted him when he opened the door. It housed a workshop with a long, wide assembly table occupying most of the middle. The smell came from the non-slip rubber flooring with little white specks, similar to the type used at his fitness gym in the City. Technical diagrams, electrical schematics and assembly instructions were posted on the wall above a workbench adjacent to the door. An assortment of tools, a printer, notebooks and manuals.