I squirm on the sheets, my toes curling, moans escaping my lips. Quigley? You’re squeezing my fingers really tight.”“Oops.”“What are you con...emplating?”“I should start running baseball statistics through my head, or else I’ll never be able to leave this room.”“I can’t believe I said those things out loud.”“I know what I’ll be dreaming about tonight. While we’re in confession mode, even though I’ve denied it for a while, I’m in love… I love you, Jax.”“Quigley.”“I’ve never done this before.”. We laughed and then she just randomly said. “So, do you think we could ever go back to how we used to be?” I assumed she was talking about the ‘friendship’ not the ‘sexual’ stuff so I just said “Yeah, sure”. She seemed to be looking at me a lot and I started to feel concerned, would it be right to go back to how we used to be? Would it be unacceptable now that we were older? It’s not like we were involved in relationships with anybody, so did it really matter? I still didn’t really. As others would walk by the girls would spread their legs a give everyone an eyeful once in a while you see one of them slip a finger down for a quick rub if that wasn’t hot enough they were taking turns oiling each other up which was kind of getting out of hand. It was now mid afternoon so we decided to head back to the RV's for quick bit and some rest before dinner. Jill told me how she was wet almost the whole time down at the river watching others and having them look at her laying there. We had a five-course lunch with wine, coffee and for Tom and I, Cognac. After lunch, we walked the grounds, snapping pictures of the magnificent views and the stately old hotel. We retired to the hotel bar for afternoon cocktails, before the drive back home. After thirty or so miles, we discovered that I had taken a wrong turn and we were going in the wrong direction from our home. I asked Jen to drive because I was feeling all the liquor and getting sleepy. I crawled over the back seat and.