I raised up and he kept his legs around my waist holding me inside of him. He put his hands behind his head and I guess he saw my admiring his biceps ...ecause he made them jump for me a few times and smiled while he did it. I rubbed the cum he had shot on my chest down my body and covered my abs with it so they glistened and I flexed them a few times to get even for the bicep pump. We both laughed. Then I got serious. “Im sorry Freddie.” “For what?” “For not trusting you. For not telling you. ”“Mr. Georgia is back home. Beaches are not his thing.”“Then you are here by your lonesome?”“Yes.”“Then, would you do us the honor of joining us for supper?”“Will your wives be joining us? I noticed the wedding bands myself.”“They went on an expedition to the other end of the island. They’ll be back late.”“So you two wolves in sheep’s clothing have no lascivious designs on my body?”“Of course we do, after the sight of those magnificent… breasts, how could we not have? However, we are gentlemen. ”“Are you sure? I’m just afraid that you feel that you don’t have any options.”“I’m fine. I want to be with you. We get along great; more than great, actually. I like spending time with you. I love you. And I love making love with you.”“I love you, Steve. And I love making love with you.”“Then why are we talking?” I chuckled.She stood up and slowly removed her clothes, folding each piece carefully. I just sat watching as she exposed her body to me. I was still in awe at just how amazingly. She was back when he returned, he sat on the bedside, sun lighting the room as she drank, he presented her with the parcel, they opened it, it contained several packets of flimsy new silky knickers, a sturdy black basque, her own green set, and her shoes that she had not worn home, having come home in the heels, and a note attached to a sealed envelope. Micky gazed at his wife nonplussed, muttered “he must like you missy!” adding “I was worried out of my head, though as I didn’t know where you.