”“You can have any life you want. If I make you happy, why can’t I be in your life?”“We don’t get the life we want. We get the life we hav....”“Would you tell me about your life?” he asked.“I was the only child of a college professor. That explains everything there is to know about me.”“Tell me more. I want to understand.”“My father teaches French literature. My mother is a housewife. They met when he was finishing his Ph.D. at Duke. He taught a class that she needed for her degree in French.. When mom had returned to her position when she had took the paper to sign, she held the paper out to the server with some money in her hand, and when the server took the paper he thanked mom and asked to see if there was anything else he could get us or do, for us to make our stay better and mom had told him everything was perfect, the server then pushed the cart toward the door with mom getting to the door first, and when she opened the door she had turned back to face us, her robe was open. Sandy loosened the material just enough so that the top slide lower, revealing just a hint of the deep red skin of Lynne's nipples. My body started to react to this movement as my cock regained it's lost rigidity.Lynne looked at my crotch and saw my growing erection pressing against my pants. Maybe it was unconscious, but she lightly wetted her lips with her tongue!Sandy dropped Lynne's top, revealing all of her young, firm breasts. Lynne moved her arms slightly, allowing the top to drift to. Sort of turned me on. Not often, a rural girl like me, gets to show off.Had several strong drinks with my lobster dinner. Got used to sitting there in that yellow suit. At five of eight, the M C rattled off all the woman's names, and directed us to go to seven different lounge areas on the ship.Albert, you follow what I am going to tell you now, very closely, because your pictures, and that story are the reason it all happened. When we entered the room, the men took off our suits. We were.