.." she gasped."Well, maybe he did, and maybe he didn't -- but if you want to be sure, we can call him back and ask him to let someone else talk..." N...O!" Cindy put up her hands."Are you sure? It seems to be important to you..." I teased."No, please!" Oh, all right..." I contrived to look put upon. "Get naked, then come right back here to where you are now." She eyed me, aghast, so I waved my hand, "Hurry up! What part of you'll do whatever I say don't you understand? Even if Ed was less than. "It was getting like a bloody cattle market in there."They all nodded silently and Simone sensed the tension between them.There was a definite sense of anticipation in the lift.When they entered the hotel suite, the Italian girls immediately chosethe two armchairs. This left Simone on the settee, whilst Dorie Lou fixedsome drinks from the minibar. Everybody chose soft drinks and they soonsettled down to chatting. Both Italian girls studied Simone and Dorie Lou curiously as the girlscuddled. She had inherited the beach house from her mother's family. It was nothing like the huge mausoleum that her father called home. But she had wonderful memories of visiting her grandparents here; as they had lived here for many years until they both retired to Arizona. She remembered many nights sitting out here with her Gramps. As a painter, he had loved to sit and paint the ever-changing landscape of the ocean. They had a private beach, but they had always let all the families and neighborhood. Her knees on either side of him she lines herself up and uses the tips of her fingers to adjust him to her entrance. He raises his hands to hold onto her hips, as she starts to slide him home into her. Her sweat slickened body glows with the moon reflecting of her, thousand shimmering sparkles all over her body. As she takes a moment to absorb the sensations going through her body and mind she reaches out to lock her fingers with his, for balance. Their fingers intertwined with each other’s.