I sit down on some comfy leather seats away from the crowds. She joins me and we make even more polite conversation.“So what shall we do?” she ask....I start to think and come up with some non-sexual sightseeing ideas but eventually come around to asking her what she would like to do.“Story four,” she says.Story four, I think, what the fu-“Right…got it,” I reply, “Story four, the one where…”I look around for the toilets, spot them and turn to smile at her.“You’re not serious are you?” I ask,. He does not reply, drops his suitcase at her feet, and walks to the kitchen and grabs a beer from the refrigerator. He falls on the couch and removes his tie around his neck. Susan is still standing at the door, not moving at all.“Clean up my suitcase,” Eric commands.Susan bends over to get the suitcase and brings it to the closet 2 meters further. She also walks to the couch and bends over to get the tie from the floor. She feels the smack on her butt before it even makes a sound. Her right. . one blond, the other brunette. If it weren't for being some 100 pounds overweight apiece, they might have actually been pretty. But instead, their obesity masked whatever traces of femininity that either might have possessed.As they approached, I could sense the anger in their eyes. I attempted to avoid a confrontation by starting an apology. "I'm sorry ladies . . . I was just angry . . . I didn't mean to be insulting. It's just that . . ."The blond put up her hand as if to cut me off. "I told you those things in confidence" cried Sandra as she stormed off, back into the house. "Don't worry about her, she's just a little embarrassed" said Kelly. "She'll be fine, and she'll thank me for it in the morning" Kelly asserted with a wink. Kelly glided across the water, and sat on my lap with her arm around my neck. My hardon was pressed against her tiny little ass, and she wriggled a little bit as she came to rest. "Mmm, that feels nice. I haven't had a real cock since I started.