I sat there now as an 18 year old stunning blond with a figure to diefor, a million pounds in the bank and another million in the flat I nowowned and ... absolutely hated being a woman again!I looked up at him kissed him on the cheek and muttered "so what happensnext, times marching on and we've only a couple of hours to breakfast" hesurprised me by tickling me and he had me squealing and writhing all overthe bed, "its your fault for wanting to know ever little detail" hechided me, I lay there. ”“Sorry, I kinda put him up to it, same as I did with Ray ... little confession time there, guys. I didn’t want Phil’s high school sweethearts or crushes to have any children by their current partners, in case he wanted to travel with you or whatever. So, I planted ideas in the husbands’ heads as little pranks, though I didn’t mean for either of them to go that far. I think that it was also my fault in a way, though, as I deliberately steered both of you ladies toward submissive and/or. ‘It’ll be OK we have condoms for you guys.’ Ashley interrupted. ‘I guess its OK.’ I lied. (I had had a secret crush on Lauren for about a year now and had been dreaming for this moment forever. I could already feel my boner growing.) Chase went over to Ashley and took her by the had to the air mattress at the foot of Lauren’s bed. I walked over to Lauren and joined her on the bed. Forgetting the other two, we started out slow, just making out. Soon my had had found its way up her back and to. While we’d really enjoyed our trip, we were oh so glad to be home. When we stopped at the store to get our mail we discovered a wedding invitation from Martin. We’d met his lady friend when we were there but as we discovered in the letter Martin had included with the invitation, he hadn’t yet proposed. As he’d planned, he’d proposed to the lady the night after we’d left them and of course she said ‘yes’. We were so happy for Martin.There was a sad note though, when we got back to our island..