Back home for a snooze, swim, tea, watch the news.Lauren found her bikini bottoms, pulled them on along with a short T-Shirt and wandered into the kit...hen. She had a feeling, after glances between the cleaning staff the day before, that they wouldn't be coming that day. Or any day in the near future. She scratched, annoyed with the stickiness of her T-Shirt, the heat that had already built up in the kitchen, and the need to swim. It was seven-thirty. Even if the cleaners did arrive, there were. He pinched my nipples and sucked on them. Then he put his middle finger to my mouth and I sucked on it.We locked lips again as Tony put his hand down the back of my panties, his finger ran down my sweaty crack, then that finger that I sucked that had become wet from my mouth was pushed inside of me.I had never had anything in my ass, never! I was shocked and surprised at how his finger seemed to belong there, like my ass had been waiting for it all of this time, he worked his finger around my. Amy looked at me and said, "Very!" smiled and said no more. After dinner I had a talk with Amy."I know I said I would never marry again but I can't help being in love with you. I can't see myself going through life without you. I want to see you everyday not just a few times a week. I want your beautiful body against me when I go to sleep at night and when I wake up in the morning. Amy, will you marry me?"She had tears in her eyes but they were tears of joy. She said, "Yes" and we kissed, then. "I'm Robert Peterson." Mine's Wendy ... I'm six." Hi, Wendy."She giggled. "You're funny," she said.In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.Her musical giggle followed me."Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.The ever-changing balm of.