She still looked stunning, and her clotheswere still clean and femininely fragrant, but I found my thoughts fixatedon it as she finished pouring my te...a. Did she just like this outfit? Wereher other clothes in the wash? Or had she not gone home last night? Mythoughts once again drifted to the mysterious man named Adam, and it wasthen that I saw it.As Miss Stevens placed the kettle back and gently reached forward to pushmy cup of tea towards me, I saw a piece of jewellery on her that I'd. Cindy and I stepped into the shower, cleaned each other thoroughly, and dried each other off (we both really enjoy showering together when we're unconstrained for time). We made a reservation at one of the local seafood places and rode off on our motorcycle for a wonderful dinner. When we returnedwe put our bathing suits on, sat in the hot tub for a while, and made love under the stars.--We ran into Tom and Sandy a few more times during our stay in Bermuda, but all good things must cometo an. 'Shit, big guy, when they say 'something private', they always mean they want to talk about fucking, or maybe once in a while about some crime they've done. And I just lo-o-o-o-ve to listen to that sex stuff, because most of the time, it means that you and I are gonna get laid. Or at least blown. My choice. OK, OK, so we decide together.'Just let me shake everyone's hand and then we can talk in my office.' That's what I said, big guy. You knew what I meant. 'Do you prefer fuck or suck, young. ”“Yeah, if he had I wouldn’t have gone.”“Exactly, but now you are here. So, either you accept it and enjoy it with Sven, or you sit in your room until you go home. It’s your choice.” I was still dressed in my bikini and Sara was sitting so close her naked thigh brushed against mine. She wore a short skirt and a top which showed plenty of cleavage.“What about Jenny and Nina?”She smiled and patted my thigh. Her hand was warm and as I watched she bent her fingers a little so her nails rasped my.