We did indeed contact the second couple many years later. More about that in another story.As far as I know, Sharyn did nothing interesting during my ...six months away. If so, she told me nothing about it. I tend to believe she was a “good girl”, although she knows as well as I do how much I would have enjoyed her stories if she had been a bit more adventurous.A few months after I returned, I carefully brought up the subject of trying out the swapping scene at least once more. She didn’t reject. I wanted to sit like this and enjoy seeing this beautiful sculpture, but my male hormones were boiling to kiss and lick those curves. Once i filled my eyes by her beauty i started kissing the nature’s real beauty on the earth. I took her face between my palms and caressed her, looked deep into her eyes, she kept looking in my eyes, but soon slyly she lowered her eyes. I kissed her closed eyes. She brought her arms towards me and put her palms on my shoulder. I kissed her soft beautiful. There was laughter, giggles, the clattering of cooking utensils, etc. — and heavenly smells.Diana yelled out from the other end of the kitchen, "Come on in sleepy heads. Get some coffee. The breakfast bar will be ready in five minutes. We were just about to give you guys a call."Wainwright and Margaret walked on into the room as Laura separated herself from the group and approached them. She stopped for an instant, just short of Wainwright, then took the last step and flung herself into a full. We were carrying the luggage through the gate when I heard a splash in the pool. I looked over and saw that Steph was swimming. She looked up and waved.Michael asked, "Is that your daughter?" No," I replied. "That's one of my house guests, Stephanie. Her mother is around her somewhere." Trish!" I called out.Steph spoke up from the pool, "She's inside. She may be taking a nap."I led the way inside. Trish wasn't in sight. I led Michael upstairs to my son's room."This is my son Michael's room," I.