“Yes, Sir. What can I get you?” Her question woke him from his reverie and he blushed, flustered as he ordered his americano. As he watched her pr...pare his drink, he listened to her conversation with the other barista and realised she was a student when she mentioned she had a lecture from three to five that afternoon.A wicked thought crept into Stuart’s head and he wondered if she’d be heading home for a repeat performance of yesterday afterwards and he decided there’d be no harm in making. Why? But what if she came back with my wife, and it was just a missfortunate deed from her? That thinking lasted for, about 12 seconds, and in that period of time, I got the biggest erection for years. So I decided, I will put a towel around my waist, and see what is up.She was there, alone, in her beach dress, looking baffled. I know, I would never do such a thing if I had 3 seconds to reconsider, to think it through, but the hornyness had overcome me, and I just dropped that towel, and went. When he returned, they were all still standing in the same spots they were when he left.The semi-circle of girls parted and asked their visitors to come in. The first thing they saw was a long, folding table, covered with a white sheet and a pillow at the head, in the middle of the living room. Two spotlights were placed at the sides of the table near the foot. Along the side of the table was a smaller table covered with 2 towels. It was about 3 feet long and 18 inches wide. It obviously had. “No,” the first girl replied. “Do you mind if I pass by then?” The first girl stood up and walked over to him. She stood before him with her legs planted wide apart and her hands on her hips. She was so close that Jack felt overwhelmed. He stared into her eyes which were deep blue and liquid. He could not look away. “Anything to declare?” she asked. Jack was puzzled. “I’m not sure what you mean,” he replied slowly. “You want to pass through Customs,” the girl explained, “and so I’m asking.