But somehow I whispered, "OK," and that was it. She went back to giving me possibly the most intense sexual experience, up to that point in my life, s...cking and squeezing me until she had taken every single last drop.That is when it became really interesting.I was exhausted from the workout she had given me, completely spent. She was full of energy, among other things, and kissed her way back up to my face without saying a word. Although I sort of knew what was going to happen next, or at least. What did they call it?”“The Grotto.”“Not that I’m objecting to the privilege of spreading lotion all over your... ‘swelly-bits’ ... but if you’d prefer non-chlorinated water...”“For that matter, if we’re not here, but living somewhere else, there are ‘natural’ swimming pools – House Bella Notte has several. They remove the need for chemicals by integrating water plants that purify the water.”“Sounds beautiful.”“Well, at Bella Notte, only beautiful if you find very pregnant women packed into. At 12, the horn went, fifteen minutes to go. Up anchor. And motor around. We were on our honour not to be using engine after crossing the line. The line was between the Artemia lead and Shag. Singles Sailing lead was outside and would hopefully stay in the lead so it could warn of any problems ahead.“Head over to the far side of the bay, Tony. The wind will be better” The horn went for five minutes as we headed that way. Five, four, three minutes. The horn went off again. Two minutes. “Sails. Love you – honey.’ She kissed me enthusiastically. I felt loved, very loved. The CD I was playing ended. I got up to insert another and noticed that it was a few minutes after noon. I asked Ann if she wanted lunch. We were starting to head for the kitchen when Joyce appeared, wearing a very sexy French maid costume. The body of the costume seemed to be a black bustier with a frilly white piece covering her breasts. The skirt was very short and was flared way out. A small white apron adorned the.