"Believe it or not, yes. So what do you do?" I asked with obvious sarcasm."I'm a student, doing a PhD in English Literature." At Manchester University..." No, Kings in London, I'm up here for a conference." She lied convincingly."How do you like our city?" It's okay, I haven't seen much of it yet."She carried on inventing a back story while I tried to poke holes in it, but she was always one step ahead of me. Breadsticks came and went, as did some salads, some fish and a bottle of wine.We'd been. She told me sometimes he joins in and sometimes he doesn’t. She said he would certainly ‘have her’ before we left for home.The next day we got up late. They were already up and the day passed with British civility as did the next. Like the first full morning it was like there had not been any goings on at all. It was the morning following when my wife was having a dip in the pool and he jumped in after her that action re-started. He flirted with her, they giggled and the next thing I saw was. All eyes were on me as my erection grew. "That looks yummy," Sue said. "Don't you think, Stacey?" Good enough to eat," she said."Damn, you gals are making me horny now," said Steve as his excitement was evident as well."You know, they have private cabanas on the beach?" Sue suggested."What are you suggesting?" asked Stacey."I'm just saying if you'd like more privacy, we can rent a private cabana if that would make Rob more comfortable," Sue said."I think we'll pass on that for today," Stacey. Three days prior I had been the subject of a brutal sex session at the hands of Daniel, Bruce, and Charlie. The probing member migrated to sucking lips, the lips went back to a licking tongue that worked it's way up one of my thighs and down the other till it reached my feet and sucked eagerly on each of my toes. I kept telling myself that I was dreaming and did not try to fight the persistence manipulations of the expert tongue. The tongue worked up my thigh to my stomach and played at my.