I just stood there, speechlessly watching her walk away for a second before she sensed that I wasn’t moving and turned back asking, ‘Are you comin...?’ Umm… Is that a trick question? That broke my brief reverie, snapping me from fantasy to an incredible reality. I turned the other way and tried to remember what my rental looked like – I generally tried to get something similar each trip to try to help me remember. Rarely worked, but at least I had a system of some sort. I was a bit more motivated. She lifted her hips to assist me. They peeled slowly away from her already wet pussy as I pulled the waist band further down. My mouth was dry with excitement, my breathing ragged as I looked down, between her legs, as I pulled of the panties and made her fully nude.Her pussy was framed nicely by a prominent little mound and her pussy lips pouted wetly between wispy tufts of her pubes. Her black pubic hair was trimmed and I could see how puffy her lips were, swollen with arousal and glistening. "I am glad to see you both dressed to go out. We are invited to dinner at the Swedish Embassy. It seems some Nobel Prize winners and nominees are in town for an awards dinner, and I've put off confirming because we weren't sure Angela would be up for it. Susannah called and they are ecstatic about the possibility of us attending."The music will be from André Rieu and the Vienna Symphony." He looked at me, and said, "Angela, Polly and I just adore his music. Are you two interested?"Polly got all. We tied the boat up at the jetty, and walked up to the main house. Jack was impressed with Lori’s report on the day’s sailing, particularly all my work with the spinnaker, and how Don called my his ‘secret weapon’ and ‘ace bowman’.“We’ll make a yachtie of you yet, Will,” he said.Lori and I grabbed some of the dinner that Chris had cooked, her special goulash, and took it downstairs to the family room.“I could give your back and shoulders a good massage,” she said, when she saw me.