At least he thought they were yellow. It may have been the morning light coming through the curtains. He took several more steps forward and now stood...next to her. Yellow indeed, he confirmed to himself.Last night he was hesitant, this morning not so much. He decided right then and there just to go ahead and touch the yellow material enveloping her ass. His right hand moved forward to her right cheek. The difference now versus last night was night and day. Last night he was feeling the hard. "She wanted to go on this cruise, we can't leave her."Louise was an impulsive girl, she always did what she wanted, especially men, and there was no way to know if she would come back or stay with her new lover all day, so Rebecca convinced her they should go without her. "We will miss the trip if we wait, and she is probably still fucking his brains out! Send her a text and she can meet us there if she wants to," she said, throwing a smile to Hannah."She will be fine."So they left the hotel. I can't access that profile any more, so I've copied it to my current profile to keep the collection together.Hope you like it.....Roger, the phoenixman.This is part 2 of a set of 3 stories about a girlfriend I went out with for about three months back in the Autumn of 1986 or 87 (not sure now - long time ago!!)Things had been going well in the week since I first met – and fucked – Nikki. She wanted to do a photo shoot in some ‘normal’ outfits, which we did down by an old river fort near to. Concealed beneath the protective cover. She stood in the doorway, hands restless. The opaque wrapper hid the dress, but she already new its every tuck and fold. Her nervousness returned ten fold. Was it too revealing? It was virginal white but was not that chaste. Maybe she was too hasty in her choosing. She hadn't intending on going out to look at dresses, but had seen it and decided in a spur of the moment that it was the dress for her. Now under the cold light of reality in her house, she.