Then, she was gone.I asked Lou if he wanted to listen to more music as we cooked dinner. He said he did. I put on some jazz, Glenn Miller, I believe.... When I returned to the kitchen, Lou was swaying to the music. He asked if I'd like to dance. I accepted without hesitation. I have always liked the way older men hold you while slow dancing. It's like they are already making love to you. We began dancing and by the end of the first song, I could fell Lou's cock bulging under his pants. It. “This is what happens when you girls can’t behave.” I lift them back up and they stop struggling, but they're right back where they started, the torment continuing. I walk around them, buzzed from my wine. My cock hard and fully recovered. The smell coming from them is so enticing. Fresh sweat, pussy, but still a pleasant soapy shower scent. I walk up to Ella’s face, stroking my cock. I lean down and plant a wet kiss on her stretched-open lower lip, tasting her drool seeping down. Then I stand. I walked on pasted them so not to look suspicious and made my way back you our room. I hit the Tiki Hut one more time before I fell a sleep . I woke the next morning from a ray of sunshine hitting me in the eyes through a crack in the blinds. I pulled my shorts on and sat on the balcony looking at the empty beach below. I heard a peep of the door lock and then the door opened , entered Andrea. Her hair was a mess and she looked exhausted. I jumped up and held her arm as she sat down on the bed.. ... Her hands move smoothly, cleaning every part of your incredible body..... Sliding her hands between your legs you gasp and try to turn but she pushes you back...."I am washing you!" she says, “that will come..., be patient! You are on fire you feel juice start to drip from your slippery lips..., mixing with the water and running down your legs...chest heaving your nipples so hard they throb, waiting for a pair of teeth to gently tease them.....a tongue flicking over the swollen tips........