“Congratulations!” I said.“He makes lots of assumptions!” Kathy giggled. “But he’s right!”That caused general laughter again.“We need ...to toast to Steve before he leaves,” Rolf said.He set out shot glasses and poured an amber liquor into them.“This is Akvavit, flavored with caraway. Just sip a little after each toast. That’s the Swedish tradition.”Each person at the table made a toast to me, or to me and Mary, and we all drank. Kathy abstained so she could drive Putte’s car to take us to. They said I mustn't have done it right and didn't have an orgasm. They said I'd know it if I had. How am I supposed to know what that feels like? And what did you mean last night about other things going in there?”She was obviously upset, which made me feel guilty as hell. Why didn't I think about explaining this to her earlier, so she would have been prepared? Thank God it was a Saturday. I could spend as much time as necessary with her today. We needed to have a serious talk. Part of me. As the resort was a private one, the owner had no restrictions to what the staff would wear at all, anything comfortable was accepted, they did not have to wear any uniforms, sometimes a person is relaxing or even swimming, when we ask for a service, they would present it to us the way they look, sometimes in swimsuit or shorts, which made us feel comfortable as well.Another good thing, the staff would always mind their own business without interfering with what is happening between guests,. “It’s ... nice,” she told him haltingly.“You like it?” he asked, pushing for more.“I love it,” she said, only exaggerating a little. “Now let me see you stroke it.”Jason grinned and took his bare cock in hand, stroking it in front of his friend’s mother and quickly bringing it to fully swollen state of hardness.“You could always just stroke it for me,” Jason suggested, taking a cautious step closer to where Lauren was sitting on the living room sofa.The blonde mother of one felt her breath.