"I'll let you know," I smiled.I'd wanted a chance to get to know Jill. Apparently that wish was about to come true. Perhaps not as quickly as I would ...ave liked, though. After I'd scrounged up a fairly nice meal — nice being defined as a meal that a) didn't make either of us ill and b) included a vegetable — Jill announced that she had a few phone calls to make. Either there were more than a few, or Jill's phone calls lasted a lot longer than mine. I did have a long conversation (by my terms). He stood to one side as he pushed the door open, inviting her in. As Rachel entered, she had to brush close to him, their clothes rustled against each other softly. As they removed their coats, Scott kissed her tenderly, his eyes spoke of an enjoyable way to warm up. She nodded slightly, knowing that he would understand the unspoken question she had answered, drawing a ragged breath he took her hand and led her to the rug in front of the open fire. They curled up together and watched the flames. ” I said as I stretched and then picked up my cell. “Come over I’m bored.” I sent her in a text. “Ok, be over in a sec.” She replied. I leaned back in my chair until it hit the bed behind me and stretched again as I waited for her to walk the short distance down the hall to my room. I heard her open the front door and walk toward my room so I turned to see her enter my room. She wore a black tank top and her dark grey loose pajama shorts, their tee shirt material covering her legs. Stretching out on the private beach, I carefully massaged oil deep into her skin. Working my expert hands over the back of her legs and thighs. Turning her over, I continued the massage, but took extra care applying oil across her tits, down her belly and deep into her pussy folds. ‘Oh Honey,’ she purred, spreading her legs. ‘Why don’t you finish me off,’ ‘Sorry baby, but I figure it’s payback time.’ Remember all the times you squeezed my joint in a crowded room, promising to take care of me.