I had a small pink bucket and a little blue shovel. I was making a tower and pausing every now and again to give the camera my best come-fuck-me look.... I'd arch my back and push out my breasts, covering my nipples with one arm and then the other. I let Rita move my hair, arranging it to clothe my tits long enough for a quick flurry of shots, and then the breeze would blow it away and I'd giggle at my sudden immodesty. Peter would take pictures of that as well, capturing forever the spontaneous. Although, she had to admit to herself, that orgasm the night before had been the most marvellously exciting thing ever to happen to her, and the food was good.Suddenly the space ship started to lurch and the cages swayed perilously. What was happening; were they going to crash; had they hit something? Then there was a tremendous crash followed by complete silence."Not a bad landing," said a voice from the loudspeaker, "considering this is only a freighter with no passenger comforts to speak of.. “Yes, Annette,” I replied with a soft chuckle.“Yes?” Jeannette asked.“He means you can come back to the house with us for a glass of wine, if you want,” Annette replied happily.“«Avec joie!!»” Jeannette replied giddily.I suppressed another chuckle, put my arm around Annette and we began our walk back to the house. When we arrived, I saw Jeannette was wearing clothes nearly identical to what Annette had worn to the beach - capri pants and a tight-fitting red t-shirt, contrasted with Annette’s. Getting my business off the ground on top of handling my rental properties hadn't left much time for romance since graduating college. No matter how disconcerting it was, there was no doubt she had stirred up neglected physical needs."Alan..."The sip of beer I'd just taken went down the wrong pipe when Holly surprised me. I had been absorbed in my own thoughts - and I must admit fantasies - so I hadn't heard her approach."Are you okay?" Yes. Okay," I answered between coughs."I ... I just.