"Vicki had an idea then. "Tell you what. If we lie down, would you put sunblock on us both?" Oh, good idea, Vic." Yeah, alright, of course I will." Wh...o was I to turn down an opportunity like that?Steve moved the towels around so that the girls were lying in bikinis on either side of me, sky blue for her, and her sister in black. She handed me the lotion, and undid the strap on her bikini top, ensuring that I got a chance to look at her breasts before she lay down again, a mischievous grin on. My father must have spent thousands on his collection of books - some are centuries old. This also means that it is almost impossible to read them all.But I am who I am - I love a challenge. So I have set my eyes on reading every single book in his collection. So far, I feel like I have barely scratched the surface of the iceberg.Today, I planned to search through the back of the rooms - books there could have been hidden for a full decade.I wonder if my father ever read any of those books.. There was something about the heat, it came from the packed, sweaty bodies. It carried with it the hot musky odor of women and the sour, rancid smell of meets sweat and semen.A red light bulb hung naked from the ceiling, casting a dimly weird glow over the entire room. It was early yet and a weekday night, besides. Mostly the room held women. Alex counted eight lounging around talking and laughing.There were two sailors, nervously negotiating with a couple of old pros who had recognized their. " Was there ever any doubt?" Ken asked, tossing the McDonald's bags on the unoccupied bed and grabbing a seat. On the other bed, Wing was in the throes of orgasm, her breath tearing in and out, her mutterings graphic and obscene."Nothing is a given," Spankworth told him, reciting a fundamental training credo of the special forces. "So what kind of shitty Earth food did you bring us today? Could it be worse than that Taco Bell crap you fed us last night?" Yes," agreed Ken, who had found Earth.