Access to the lodge was restricted to guests of Paradise Found of course, and even though the Hideaway was no more than four hundred yards from the in...n, transportation was readily available. For those flying in by private plane, there was Bridgewater Airpark and a shuttle to Paradise Found could be arranged with a simple phone call. The Inn was busy as usual and almost full and things were running along very smoothly until Frank Kennedy the manager at the Hideaway got a call on his cell phone. Some Guys do understand what you want and are not perverts but won’t do anything without your consent. Call me old minded but I would like to call the activity as love making.because it is more than just fucking, it is connecting emotionally too. It’s a give and takes action.Give pleasure and you surely will receive it. Now let’s come to the sex story. I am born and raised in Thane, Mumbai. My partner in this sex story is my girlfriend, let’s call her S. I knew S from childhood as we lived in. "He partially stepped out of bed.Another rap at the door. "Amanda, George you awake?" We are Karen," I said in a loud voice.The door opened she stepped inside. George probably became aware of theerection at that point. Grabbing his trousers he made sure he turned hisback before pulling them up."I need a shower and to call Pete, ok if I take a shower," he saidturning to face Aunt Karen."Yeah that's fine dear, water has been on for ages, should be nice andhot," she said.I sat up pulling the. Maybe, as DeeDee had said, my partner really had been the world's greatest art thief before he'd joined the good guys. From what he'd insinuated, the stolen art recollection business was pretty lucrative! Probably the Foole had his milspec electronic jammer still hidden in his pocket, but from my viewpoint he might as well have been using magic!Soon underground, lurking in the near total darkness (albeit with both of us wearing night-vision goggles, we could clearly hear the sounds of squeaking.