Feeling a little tipsy, and a lot horny, I asked if we were just going to just sit around and talk or were we going to play the Kissing Game. Pam aske...d if Sally or I wanted to make any kisses off limits, and we both said no, anyone could kiss another person anywhere and anyone who refused to continue the game would be out. Pam told me I should start with the first kiss since I was the winner of the strip poker game. I put my face between her breasts and kissed her on her chest. Her skin was so. But in one way his holiday was no disappointment at all. The whores he sampled were amongst the very best he’d ever enjoyed and he was able to relish all the more sophisticated pleasures of the flesh that greater exposure to imported, under-the-counter, Soho pornography had stimulated in his imagination. Sam doubted he’d ever be able to relish such deviations now. Even with the prostitutes whose telephone numbers he snatched from telephone booths, he wasn’t able to rise beyond the vanilla. "I will," I smiled. "I've got that raincheck." She snuggled in, closer to me. I reached up and undid the top of her bikini, and helped her down on the blanket. Slipping my thumbs underneath her bikini bottom, I slid it down her legs. She shivered, and gave a little ecstatic squeal, and leaned back, opening herself up to me."Oh, fuck, Eric," she said, looking up at me. "You have no idea how much I've been wanting this."I climbed on top of her, and gave her another kiss. "Me, too." I started. I'd let her arrange things with Brenda. I'd just go ahead and tell her she could arrange whatever she wanted. I'd let Mama make all of the arrangements, and I'd just go along with whatever that meant. I was relieved the decision had now been made, and that a crisis was being averted.Like Dad, I had to make an action plan. All I'd have to do then was wait for the morning, and then put it into effect. I should be happy I thought. It was now all settled and decided. I was happy, but just a little.