I wanted another drink so I went to the bar again.As I came back, I noticed Ana’s swimsuit was almost invisible now.Her own perspiration was causing...the thin nylon to become transparent. At first I thought about waking her to tell her but I decided to let it happen. As I sat down I glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed. I saw a couple of men that seemed to be looking her way but I finally concluded there were staring at some young girl’s asses behind my wife.As the pool area began to. I check my watch, the hands making the perfect vertical line of six o'clock and I decide to stay a bit longer and return to my fantasy world in the pages of my book.I roll my head and feel a crick in my neck, but I'm not ready yet to go home, especially as I hear the sound of metal tipped heels on the tiled floor, The Angel has arrived. I continue to try to ease the stiffness in my neck as her voice floats across the room, like water rushing breathlessly over submerged rocks as she apologises. He still has his pants on at this point. I look down at them, then back up at him. “Want to help me with these?” He asks. I don’t answer, but start undoing his belt buckle. I undo the button, undo the zipper, tug down his jeans. I revealed a pair of wickedly tented boxers. I looked up at him. He said, “Keep going, Baby. Unwrap your present.”Smug, amused look on his face. The package he presented me was generous. I had to touch it. I had to taste it. I got on my knees in front of him, and. ”Charlene, while looking out the window, Yeah, I do want to take it off, and sounds like Tommy might like that too. She turned toward him while still sitting on the window ledge. With her back turned to the outside, Charlene slowly undid the buttons of the shirt, allowing it to open a couple of inches. She was encouraged by the growing tent in Tommy’s shorts, but still not sure where his big head was, explaining apologetically, “That’s as far as I’m going, for now anyway, but I’ll bet you.