.. sterile! She undid her skirt and stepped out of it, tossed it onto one of the beds. She opened and closed all the desk drawers, and squealed with d...light when she pulled out a postcard with a picture of the motel on it. She carefully laid it on top of her discarded skirt. She pushed her panties down, and with them, her stockings and garterbelt. Then she turned toward her brother and his girlfriend, dressed only in her training bra.She let them look her over.“Ellen is bisexual, Julie,” Jerry. So Tamara and I put on our suits and grabbed the sunblock and our towelsand made our way back down to the sand and the water. We slatheredourselves in sunblock (I had a flashback to when Emily had done that forme when I was a little girl and still all freaked out about it, andstretched out on our towels. About a dozen radios played all around. Wecould hear everything from old Aerosmith to new Aerosmith, to Nirvana, toSisqo and Shitney Spears.After a while, Tamara rolled over onto her elbow and. I tell you that if you want, we can ride up and down all night, shrugging my shoulders, cocking my head slightly to the right, basking in your upraised eyes. You respond, “If that’s what you like doing…” This is as close as we have really been, and I don’t miss either that you are pressed against me, or that I can, if I dared, look down the front of your dress. “May I kiss you,” I ask, as we hit about 12 floors up. “If you must,” you whisper. “I must.” My lips press lightly against yours,. That went in too. “Is she a lady?”“Shit yeah. Big house, Romsey Road, after the bypass bridge. Royalty there somewhere.”I nodded and we got on with the game. His wife must have not mentioned the nude modelling chat.My land line buzzed the next day.“Er Del ... is that your proper name by the way?” questioned the dulcet tones of Monica Passendale.“It’s Derek actually, hello again Monica, nice to hear from you?”“Thank you. Apropo our conversation at our club last week... ?”“Yes, remember it well..