We had booked the Croydon Park Hotel which was near East Croydon Station. Once there Maureen had got out and I went to park in the car park, whilst Ma...reen checked in as she had made the booking. After ten minutes Maureen had called me to tell me to come up to the room which was on the third floor.I made my way and headed to the lift which took me to the third floor. I shared the lift with a group of Dutch tourist who were going to the fourth floor.I located the room and knocked on the door.. Mornings, she began to run with me. It was hard for her at first, but she quickly caught up and soon was running further and faster than me.At weekends, Jessica joined us and if the weather looked good, we sailed, often with Donna. We sailed to Pin Mill on the Orwell (setting of Ransome's 'We Didn't Mean to Go to Sea') and one long weekend we re- enacted that story with a passage to Flushing. We visited the Walton Backwaters ("Secret Water"). We sailed up the Colne and listened to a Nightingale. After that most everyone settled into either playing volleyball, cornhole, horse shoes or yard croquet. Some people just lounged around drinking or sitting in the kiddie pool until the food started coming off the grills. By the afternoon people were getting cranked up. The beer, Vic’s mixed drinks, marijuana brownies, and vodka Jello were kicking in. Some of the guys got brave enough to sneak up behind our craziest friend and fraternity brother, Psycho, and pull his swim trunks down. The crowd. I move you onto your back and I hold you firmly against me. I reach down between your legs and slide a knowing finger inside of you. I kiss you I hold you and I fuck you with my finger as only I know how to do. I stop kissing you because you aren’t even aware that my mouth was on yours. You are in a bliss that is building. I move my face down to your breast and I take one of your nipples into my mouth. I suck and bite your nipple, as I move my finger. I feel the ever familiar warm wet.