Wow ... Thank you!" Was all the waitress could think to say.Karen jumped into the back seat of the cab, and the driver asked in a heavy accent she cou...dn't recognize. "Vhere to?" Blue Eye." She answered."Da town?" The cabby questioned looking over his shoulder at Karen. "That be over sixty gosh darn miles. You sure you vant to yake a cab?" Yeah. I'm sure. My daddy gave me the money for cab fare. He felt I would be safer going by cab." She answered matter-of-factly."Okey-dokey. You got um kit.". Poor Bryan, was he too ashamed to look me in the eye after fucking my ass when I was unconscious? He had to have the hired help dump me off at home like some discarded bimbo. I wanted to lash out at the captain and tell him what a fuck head Bryan was and he should tell his boss what Bryan does with the girls he brings to the yacht. I bit my tongue though, it wasn't the captains fault, he just drove the boat. There was no sense in unleashing my fury on him. Bryan was the object of my. The long, slow pineapple flavoured kiss made me realise that the sensuous intimacies that follow sex have possibilities that are not dreamt of in the heat of passion. We fed each other grapes using only our lips and tongues. Finally it was too much for me. I cut an orange in half and squeezed the juice blatantly all over my stiff cock. "Whoops!" I cried, "now look what I've done." "What a mess you've made of yourself'" Vanessa scolded me. "We better wash off in the sea." "But, but, but..." I. When I came here three months ago, I thought I'd be having a great time. But here, a "working holiday" means more work than holiday-''I'm really not interested.'She bit back a retort, mopping her face again; the sweat seemed to be winning the war of attrition, and not just on her head. She watched him draw his knees up to his chest and wrap his strong, muscular arms around his legs. He seemed distracted, edgy, and not from just missing out on a final island piss-up with his mates. 'Are you.