After supper we began playing cards while talking and drinking beer, one thing bringing the other the subject re-directed toward porntalk. Our friend,... wich i'll call "M", began explaining to us how her ex was such a bad fucker, that he never was able to make her come, and that all he cared about was his own selfish pleasures.My girlfriend, wich i'll call "A", told her that she did not have that problem with me, and added that every time we had sex, she would have multiple orgasms... At this. " I know what type of swimming suit is going to be best for you at thistime in your journey. So let me do the selecting and we will do thetrying on together in the dressing room. We may want to take off your brawhen we try on the suits. Most will come with their own built in bra. Butdon't worry, I will hook you back in that torture garment before we leavehere."We got out of the car and walked hand in hand to the shop. There wereseveral mannequins in the windows. Jim's mouth dropped as he gazed. He groaned and opened his eyes to find himself lying naked on his back with Jennifer lying half on top of him equally naked. He gently rolled her onto her back and snatched it off the nightstand, “Hello?” He said while yawning. “Morning Mike, sorry did I wake you?” It was his Uncle. “Had a late night, Uncle Jim. Don’t worry about it. What’s up?” “Just double-checking when I’m supposed to pick you up at Boulder.” Mike did some quick math in his head, “Say around noon. We still gotta pack up, eat. It was the way Samantha longed to be, free and untamed. Being out of England did give her something of what she craved; a place where no one knew her name; a place where she could escape anyone’s preconceived ideas of how she should look or behave. She stared up at the blonde beauty as if mesmerised, until the girl caught her staring and smiled down at her. Samantha stepped back into the crowd to hide away, embarrassed to have drawn attention to herself. The absinthe still swirled through.