Brad lost the second and took off his shirt, leaving his sandals on."Oh, it's going to be *that* kind of game, eh?" she said, a mischievous grin sprea...ding across her pretty face.Another lost hand and Stevie's socks were tossed aside, she stretched herself out on the floor, lying on her side showing off the well-defined muscles of her long, strong, tanned legs. Brad's four-of-a-kind found Stevie rolling onto her back and lifting her legs to slide off her shorts. She moved back to her original. ’ ‘Okay, Mr. Laurence, I’ll bring them here at five.’ He began to walk away, then he stopped and turned back to me. ‘You made the right choice, sir. I’m sure you won’t be sorry.’ With that he was through the gate and gone. I replaced the floor panels in the LR then went into the cottage to get cleaned up. —————— Five o’clock on the dot, I saw the car pull up in the lane. The two American girls got out and started walking up my drive. They walked slowly, almost hesitantly, talking with each. The north side of Tenerife is a contrast to the south. Separated by the Mountain the terrain to the North is lush and verdant, but the south arid and volcanic, full of concrete buildings and sex mad drunken holidaymakers.Why would anyone want to go there? Sex, I suppose!As mentioned in my previous story, although Sven and Inga were an item, they had planned to separate on their return to Sweden, so neither were jealous of the fact I was tagging along. Sven chose to drive and I sat next to him.. He responded and we went back and forth a few times. He said he couldn't have anyone over. I didn't want him to come to my place till I knew him. He suggested a bathroom in a local coffee shop where he'd apparently gotten blowjobs from faggots before. I'd never done anything in a public place like that yet but I agreed. I figured I'd at least go meet him.I arrived when and where he told me to but he was about twenty minutes late. He walked in and saw me. He didn't say a word. Just motioned.