Teresa had a ball with R., dancing salsa and meringue and cha-cha with him until 3 AM. Then she brought him back to her bungalow when the fun REALLY b...egan. Teresa was amazed that a mere boy could have such a talented tongue. She wondered if one of his high-school teachers had taught the lad how to eat a grown woman's pussy. Whoever she was, Teresa wanted to shake the woman's hand! R. had her coming non-stop even before he began to fuck her. Ah, youth! He screwed her three times to Lord knows. “Something with drapes. Probably watercolor.”“Don’t forget the nude and the dog,” I said. “It is Figure Painting. But, yeah. There will be drapes.”“I’m going to develop that sketch I did of the hippy chick model in highlights against a dark background,” Sandra said.“She was cool,” said Amy. “I might do one of her. In fact, I’d love to do her.” She got a dreamy look on her face and we all stared at her. Yeah, lesbians get lovesick, too. She realized we were all staring. “I just don’t know what. “Sorry, I was distracted trying to predict the future.”“I can operate thirty-eight tables in five conference rooms and the biggest ballroom. That assumes I have the staff to run them and guests to play at them,” said Estefan.Royce rubbed his eyes. “Can you find out about the former, ask who would want to stay in the hotel and keep working under reduced circumstances? I’m trying to arrange for the latter now.”“They’d have to stay in the hotel? Like live here?” Estefan sounded doubtful.Royce. Emma blushed because she was sure that by now I knew that she’d fucked two men – Blake and Luke – while with Ginger in White Plains. I wasn’t sure why she thought that might be a big deal worthy or a blush, but I assume it might have something to do with the idea she might be a slut. I loved sluts. I was collecting them.I sat with Dave at the patio table and we went over what he’d accomplished the rest of the week at Mantra Electronics. He’d done some good work, had some deep questions, and was.