* An hour later I was traipsing home, moping, feeling dejected and embarrassed, suspended from work pending further investigation. In hindsight, I fe...t a bit daft to be honest. I mean, it was a hot day, so there were plenty of girls walking around wearing revealing footwear, so there was no need for me to be sitting at work trawling the internet for pictures of young ladies’ feet in the first place. But, once again, as it had done many times before, my insatiable foot fetish had landed me in. Every time one of us got up to go to the bar or to the ladies' room, a guy would come up and ask if the seat was taken – we spent a lot of time swatting them away. At one point Claire leaned over to me and whispered, “I know we could have our pick of the guys here, but I think I'd rather have you, Evelyn.” “And me you, Claire - I suggest we go back to my place and concentrate on each other.” Claire, I'm glad to say, leaped at the opportunity. But first, just to tease the boys there, we kissed. The lady from the house next door would stop in and check on him from time to time during his parents vacation.It was great, although a virgin, he had a large stash of porn hidden under his bed which gave him hours of entertainment. The neighbor who was around his mother's age, would knock before entering and usually left him alone for days at a time.Nothing eventful happened until the night that he had decided to try smoking cigarettes. These were different times, and he had no problem buying. " "We can't walk through the hotel wearing just a wet pair of panties and a bra," I protested. "We can wrap ourselves in a towel. It'll be fun," Elizabeth reassured me. I felt myself blushing at the very prospect of what she was proposing. "I guess that would work,. Actually, I have two nice, plush Marriott robes in my room for you and me. The guys can make do with the towels," I offered nervously. Elizabeth squeezed my hands and said, "I like the way you think, Cindy. Does your room have one.