"We need to wet the wine bweethe faw a moment," he spoke with kind of a lisp, wearing a black tuxedo with a white towel neatly draped over his forearm... After a minute, he poured Mom a small sip, which she tasted with a smile and a nod before he filled her glass and gave me my drink. Then he placed Mom's wine bottle into a large silver goblet filled with ice and exited with a bow.I pressed the button again, but only for a few seconds. Then Mom and I clinked our glasses and took a few sips of. I thought that perhaps I was just imagining that he did that and continued to undress and get ready for the shower. As I reached the shower stalls I noticed that all was occupied except the very last one, each stall had one of the black guys I had noticed earlier and all the stalls were opened. I reached the last stall and went in, turned on the water and started to soap my body, it was just then that there was a loud bang and all the lights flickered and went out. A gasp went up form us all. Y fantasy had come true, and he lay with raspy breathsover me. I felt like a toasted marshmallow between hishot hard, sweaty, oily body, and the blanket coveringthe sand. Hot. Gooey.I sat up on the blanket, dazed, after what justhappened. I stared blankly at Brad’s tight buns as hewalked back up the beach. I was drained. The fucking hehad just given me on my blanket left me totally limpand wasted, but I felt as satisfied as a comfy, warmbed on a Sunday morning! I only had a couple days. She bent her head, licked the top, and leaned to me for another touch. What occurred to me was that she was accepting me as the dominant female.Bo nudged me and I knew it was time to leave. It wasn’t going to get any warmer and we had a little trek to get back to the cave. I stood, kicked snow over the fire, put the backpack on, then the bear skin coat, and picked up the pup before following Bo back along the trail we had taken earlier in the day. After about 100 feet, I looked back to find.