The next morning I had to take care of my morning wood and shower so I got my towel and walked to the bathroom beside Cass' room. As I was passing I h...ard I small whimper, I stood there listening, and when I heard a load groan I decided to check it out.I threw the door open so forcefully that I'm surprised the door didn't come off its hinges. The moment the door opened was the moment that changed me forever. Cass was on the bed looking up at me with a shocked expression, while I was frozen. As. ..” she winked, “ ... I’m hunting.”“Wait ... your boyfriend...”“What about him?”“I thought you were upset because he might be doing something.”“I am.”“Now you’re going to do what you THINK he’s going to do,” I said.“That’s him ... this is me.”“I have led a sheltered life.” I moaned.“What?”“Unkissed and barely hugged,” I explained.“You mean...”“Yup ... intact.”“No wonder you have issues.”“Let’s get wet.”We walked by the office ... me in my grannie suit and Angie in her nothings. Art saw us. See the wicked smile curling Marias lips. She nudges you. You fall back onto the sand. *Take off your clothes* she says. *What?* *Take them off!* She is serious. *Please Rachel.* You could easily get to your feet/ shove her indignantly out the way and storm off back to your hotel but you dont do this. Instead you pull off your shoes and socks. The sand is hot against your heels. Your vagina is moist. *Hurry!* The Brazilian claps her hands together impatiently. You pull your t-shirt up over. Even covered they gave off heat to any body she came in contact with. The waist was a tight, flat 30, graced by a pair of 36 inch hips. She was a special package - in more ways than one.She was intelligent, in the extreme. The only way she could have gotten this far. A professional woman, nine to five. She lived comfortably. She was independent - again, in the extreme. No one owned her; though there were a few who wished she owned them.Her dress was stylish and always right for the occasion..