Priyaa slipped off her bra straps and they fell beside her shoulders and my throbbing dick sprung to life. I was mesmerized by her tempting hips. She ...rubbed her topless body as her bra fell onto the bed.Priyaa turned around and smacked her ass while she moaned into the camera. She swung her hips as she peeled off her skin-tight yoga pants. I stroked gently as she pulled her pants down???? to her knees and bent over. She smacked her bare ass and chuckled.Priyaa bit her lip as she teased me by. Bella however had promised to "be nice" unless we were fairly secluded. Her comment promising all kinds of things, so I was in hopes ... especially after last night, that we'd find ourselves with a stretch of beach all to our selves.I rolled out of bed heading towards the bathroom, took a pee, combed my hair, brushed my teeth and shaved. By the time I returned to my room, Bella was sitting on the bed Indian style, naked of course, waiting for me. But there was something else waiting for me as. Wainright said goodbye to the Swede; then I nodded a farewell to her and durn if she didn't get up on her toes and brush her soft lips against my stubbled cheek. Whooee. I went and called in the bridge guards, and they brought those four extra muskets with them.Somebody fetched the Foster women in their fancy pleasure carriage with the hickory-sprung seats, only one like it in town. Mrs. Foster was wearing a pelisse, plus a red hood with a cape and a dark mask. Nelly had on a coat like a man's. "Yeah, I like a nice piece of steak too." She sat back and smiled like a cat who'd just eaten the canary, knowing she'd caught me trying to save my ass. Fortunately, she didn't punish me on the topic and we finished our meals with no further asinine remarks from yours truly. And yes, she finished every savory morsel of her heavy meal, with only a few scraps remaining on her plate."So Gilbert, what's your wife like?" she asked as the waitress walked away with our dirty plates.Her question caught.