I open the top drawer and got a condom out and had him set up on the side of the bed beside me, as I went to open the package I saw that it was marked...XL… that want do and place it back in the drawer and looked for a different one. This package read MED … here we are. He looked at me, ‘I guess I’m on the small side and have to live with it!’ It was going limp on him and if I didn’t do something soon he would lose it so I began to give him a hand job to get it back stiff so I could slip on. With a funny look on her face I didn't exactly think Mom was amused about finding Mark and I this way and later she would just come out and ask if were fucking each other, something we most certainly were not so I told her no. She would let it go at that but added if we had something to say she would listen and not judge us. Later that same evening before leaving for work Mom took me aside and said we should have a little talk about something soon, she was very vague, probably about the birds. Refreshments had been stored in a cooler and were passed around to everyone not long after they left the retreat. A fruit punch that was very tasty but spiked with rum. All of the teens on this trip had drunk alcohol before but did not notice just how strong the alcohol was. They would soon. The two girls, 16 and 17, in the very rear were French and lived with their parents in the port city of Lagos. Their father was a sea captain and spent a lot of time away from home. Not only his daughters. "Nice tits", he said. It was just an off the cuff comment, it just came naturally. For seconds Alice was taken back by the comment, her husband never gave her a compliment of any description, certainly not on her figure. However, this man was not her husband and in reality she felt quite good in their company, they were making her giggle and feel alive and she felt a strange sense of acceptance from them. "Cheeky!" was her response."When did you say you had a service on this vehicle?" Mark.