‘Wouldn’t we be more comfortable in the living room?’ I asked. ‘Of course’, she answered and stood up, taking my hand and leading me to the...living room. Jeff was quick to follow us this time. As he stood I could see the huge bulge in his pants, and I smiled looking back at him. As soon as we reached the living room she sat down on the couch pulling me down with her, snuggling up against me. I turned and kissed her on the lips, a slow explorative kiss, tasting each other’s mouth for the first. That particular boot design was make famous in the Vietnamese war. They were still used because for their ability to dry fairly quickly. The big invention was the drainage holes in the bottom. If they got water inside, it drained out as you wore them. You might need to change socks, but the boot itself would dry out. Even military used surplus, they cost fifty bucks.The boots were worn with the issued fatigues in a dark forest green of the game wardens outfit. I didn't thing the jungle. . Mrs. Baker" said I."Did I hear Ted correctly when he said that your aunt was holding a skinny-dip party this after noon?" Yes, she said she was having some friends over but I wouldn't know who they may be." I should give her a call this week; we may have friends in common. Will you be joining us for lunch?" Er ... no, thank you, Mrs. Baker. I have to go. Good bye, Mrs. Baker ... girls..." I gave Ted a nudge as I headed for the door."Good bye, Joe. Don't be a stranger ... Next time, I hope you. As I normally do I switch the radio on in the bathroom and listen to a little music while I shower, however because this was on I didn’t hear the knock on my door when room service arrived. Now because I didn’t answer and I didn’t have my privacy notice on my door the young Indian porter let herself in and proceeded to place my meal out on the table, me still being completely unaware she was there.I switched my shower off, grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist. I slid back the door.