"Be my boyfriend for a day or so." They all paused."Is this a sexual thing?" Marcus finally managed."Marcus!" It was difficult to tell which of the wo...en was more shocked."That's a no, right?" he tried to clarify, looking back and forth between them. Shawna stared at him hard for a moment before smiling gently as she realised he didn't want to have to say no to a friend, but would."What makes... why did you say that?" Shawna finally asked him, sitting down as the kettle began to hiss."... uh.... "Come on then," I laughed. "Let's give ourselves a night to remember." Mmm yes please," they said practically in unison and we were still laughing as they treated me once again to a mind blowing show of stocking clad thighs and very damp panties whilst getting back in the car.In my wildest dreams, I couldn't have imagined a hornier scene as these two lovely horny women, hungry for each other began kissing noisily and wetly, still dressed in their mourning black.We were in the garden and I was. As I am driving to the hotel I am starting to feel like a real whore. I feel very excited and eager and at the same time I just want to return home an call it a night. As I arrive at the hotel I look at the room number 307. It is a nice place which eases my tension a little bit. As I make my way to the elevator I feel week in the knees and I can feel my nipples are becoming aroused with every step I take. I get off the elevator on the third floor I slowly walk down to the room. I can not. "No actually Canadian." I hated lying to her."I've met a fair number of Canadians ... you seem more American."I've lived in the states a fair bit, may have picked up some bad habits." I laughedShe smiled.In what I estimated to be about a mile, we reached the village of Summercove. It was a picturesque Irish village with a small harbor overlooking the estuary where the River Bandon meets the sea. Many of the houses were gray slate from local quarries.She pointed out the Bulman Bar and.