I laughed as he reached under the vinyl seat and shoved it back a couple of precious inches.He looked at me with a chuckle and we headed for town.We a...rived at Lea’s a little early, and there were already several recognizable cars parked in the street, including a big, black Bronco.Tree extracted himself from the confines of the small sports car and gave me another laugh. It was clear that I was never going to be able to drive all the boys around at once in my car.We walked to the door and he. He felt completely humiliated by his relentlessly testosteronic fucking last night. Noah knew what girls felt like after an anal gang-rape by bikers.“I never want to leave,” he whispered. “But I never want to be fucked like that, again, either.”Christian recorded the obscenity/outrage/indignity/humiliation with his Sony video camera, also having Noah record himself being outraged with his cell phone from up front, while a smaller, older video camera recorded them from the side. His obscene. My companion decides Gin and Tonics are the most suitable option for afternoon drinking and orders two.“Cheers! I am Vanessa.”“Cheers, Vanessa. I'm Mike.”We chat about Malaysia and sip our drinks. Three quarters through her drink, Vanessa glances at her wedding band and suddenly smiles at me.“Maybe you wonder why a married woman goes on holiday by herself.”There is a spark in her eyes. Vanessa, la blonde Milf, I say inside my head. There is a sudden tingle in my balls.“I don’t know. Perhaps. Even sat on the toilet to pee so I wouldn't wake her up. I eased back into bed carefully and for all my care and effort I got wrapped up in a pair of arms with a purr in the middle."Shhhhh," she whispered. "Just kiss me."I kissed her lightly. She pulled her soft lips away and nestled in against my chest, took a deep breath, sighing its release and we went back to sleep.The next time we woke, it was the alarm, and no, it wasn't one of those noisy, irritating alarms. I'm past that. Music. Mozart.