Not ideal for romance but necessary to fit our tight budget requirements.I was as horny as could be, the resort was awash with bare boobs, swollen pud...nda and flirtatious behaviour. Everywhere I looked was a camel toe, bare boob or other distraction.In due course we found ourselves back in our room before the evening meal.My wife declared that she was going to take a shower and went into the bathroom, I waited outside and allocated the kids some activities to keep them busy, I inserted myself. It was way smaller than my willie, about as long and as thick as the last joint of my index finger. ‘Promise not to laugh.’ ‘I won’t,’ I said. ‘OK. When I rub my button, I start too feel really good. Like …’ She was searching for words. ‘Like happy like when I see you after having been away from you.’ ‘Oh, when did you start doing that?’ ‘Years and years ago. Before we started school, actually.’ ‘You did?’ I said in a little voice. ‘Me too. I rub my willie and it feels real good. And you know. ”I smiled. I was going to have to tease him about being a ‘Bruce Lee’.“Captain Jones, please.”There was a slight click, and then a soft ringing.“Captain Jones speaking.”“Bruce, its TJ.”“TJ! If you’re finally up, you need to get down here. It’s almost noon.”“I know, I just woke. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”“OK, make it quick. We’re scheduled for a Vortex status meeting, in five hours,” he said, then hung up.I walked over to Sandy. Her large breasts were sagging, strangely, on both sides of. “I'm uh, on the Dean's list.” I laughed under my breath, but internally, I was sweating bullets. Out of the corner of my eye I could see you smile at me; I could see the pride in your eyes. After all, you had taken it upon yourself to help motivate me to study. You knew how important my grades were to me, and never having anyone to care about them before, I had asked you to help me maintain my straight A's. We had studied for hours, you helped me with my homework, and even took time to make.