What do you think?"Despite the fact the question had been addressed to Rita, it was Camille that answered."I don't think it's going to be an issue unl...ess you make it an issue," she stated."Uh, Mom, there were two TV stations and half a dozen photographers outside the hotel when we left," Andy said.Camille was silent but Anne filled the gap."I worried it might be so," she said with a sigh."That's ridiculous," Camille said. Everyone heard her voice trail off as she walked to the balcony. I quickly cup both her breasts, playing with them through her bra. She let my dick go and uses her hands to remove my flight suit, letting it fall to the floor.We part, looking at each other, in our underwear. She can’t stop smiling, devouring the sight of my dick through my boxer. I look at her sexy underwear, all black, barely covering her. After a few tense seconds of intense gazing, we raise our lust-filled eyes. We both know what going to happen, but Natasha says it anyway.“I want you in. I didn't suspect the Fabulous Ms. Tiger would be very critical, as long as I showed cool moves, and cut down on the annoyances. I suspected that it was also important that I not become annoying, or stinky. Ok, first goal, take a bath, and use unscented soap.Ms. Tiger joined me in the swimming pool, the chlorine by now had lost its odor and effectiveness, but the water was not grungy yet- at least it wasn't before I washed my hair. I did not know that Tigers liked to dive underwater! I thought. "How was it with Doris? You never told me much."Sandy laughed. "Great. We had a grand time. But she wasn't after my body. It's the absolute truth that we found those videos while I was showing her the system. I should have known they were there, but it just didn't occur to me that Astrid and Jean had been caught in it. I guess I owe them an apology, but I don't even want to tell them about it. Uh, thanks for calling so we could get to her place and find some clothes for dinner. I'm amazed and.