"I guessed that I was elected to be the rotten egg since it took me a few seconds to strip and make my way to the water. I also had to pause to apprec...ate those two magnificent bodies as they streaked across the sand. I felt like the luckiest man in the world right then.We frolicked in the water and played some games as we swam around. I especially liked the games of tag. Those two ladies could come up with the most creative and exciting ways to tag me. I had a hard time (pun?) getting away. I heard her washing her hands, and I decided to walk in. I went behind her and wrapped my hands around her body. I was acting on what felt good without the care of the outcome. One of my hands was under her shirt, slowly rubbing around her perky nipples. Her head was bent forward against the mirror and her long brow hair hanging over the sink. I was slowly kissing her soft neck and her ear. I lifted up her skirt and started felling her pussy, it was still wet, worm and slippery. Her lags. .. actually, maybe you do. But that's... that's not all bad. Look, I appreciate your telling me. I know you thought you were being helpful. Let's forget it, okay. Let's go get a cup of Mocha."Sitting in the Cafe, I thought of our panty conversation. That was probably the closest thing to a discussion of anything sexual I'd ever had with Barb. What the hell, I thought to myself. Maybe I should push her a little further. At least the entire afternoon wouldn't be a total loss.I watched her sip her. Yes, he has imagined what goes on in the room that he more or less made for Tim and Abbie. What started the need for the room? Or the list he has seen on the refrigerator. It does outline issues Abbie seems to need to work through. And Grace seems to feel she also has issues requiring attention.“Baby, I think I can do what you are asking, but can I think about it for just a bit? I think I would like to talk to Tim about it some if that would be okay? Then, I guess we would have to make.