Mike was rummaging through his bag, obviously looking for something and muttering about never being able to find things when he needed them."Ha! Gotch...a!" With an I-knew-this-would-come-in-handy-I'm-such-a-clever-boy look on his face, Mike approached the bed with possibly the ugliest beanie ever made. Stripes of colour in gay disregard to fashion, taste or possible eyesight damage: lime green, fire engine red, hi-lighter blue, screaming orange, lemon yellow and all topped off with a puce pompom. What If I was too quick? Well now was the time to find out! I moved to the edge of the bed and she moved slightly back. Her butt was exquisite and her pussy was dripping wet. I slowly rubbed the head of my dick against her pussy, from her clit to just short of her butt hole. A soft sigh came from deep in her throat. “It’s time, please fuck me,” she said. I lined myself up with her hole and slowly pressed forward. With that motion Angie moved back and I one stroke took me all the way inside of. The bathroom, ensuited to the bedroom, was also large and elegant; it contained a huge glassed shower and oval spa, all set in marble. Extra towels, requested earlier by Owen, were stacked on a corner stand. The whole suite was tastefully decorated.As we waited for room service John subdued the lighting, opened the curtains to a view of the city lights, and found good music on the stereo. I started hot water running in the spa. Owen found extra pillows in a wardrobe and turned down the bed.. Now can you please, tell me where I can change?” I looked quickly at Tommy, silently telegraphing my concern. He caught the look and turning back to Samantha, said, “Right, just anyplace down below. Nobody’s going to bother you, and you can leave your bag down there too.” Our spirits came roaring back when Samantha returned on deck, wearing a bikini. The sun had long since gone down and the air was chilly and damp. Even though she had very little on, Samantha didn't seem to mind, and of course,.