Then the cute little blond appeared, with this other lady, and came to our table. Mirianna came over and introduced me to them, along with the others ...already seated, in case I forgot their names, which I did, and really couldn’t pronounce their names anyways.Mirianna introduced me to Mike’s cousin Janna (Yaw na is how you would say it). The other lady was Sveltyana, or, as I learned later, just Svelty. Janna is blond, 5’2, 125 pounds, gorgeous blue eyes, and easy 36D breasts. She was wearing. He nodded and invited me to follow him to atable on the edge of the room, slightly enclosed, where an older woman,in her sixties perhaps, beautifully dressed in a black suit and blouse,sat reading through a notebook. She looked up as we came over, andthanked the Maitre d' before warmly inviting me to sit across from her."Mademoiselle Saint," she began, crisply, "ca va?" Merci," I responded, and we began brief introductions in French.Finally she leaned back and smiled warmly. "Good French,". I filled her in on my days excursions. I told her about Sara fucking with the other couple how horny I got and what happened when I got back to my truck. Molly seemed a bit disturbed but only said "Was that the first time you fucked around by your self since we stopped swinging?"I said it was and if it up set her I would never do it again with out her knowing it before hand. So then and there I told her about my invitation for Tomorrow. Molly said she really did not what me out on my own.I. . something. A difference. A change. A shift inside of herself that seemed both mundane and profound at the same time. She heard Sophia gasp beside her and, despite her growing discomfort, opened her eyes.And then opened them even wider.The room she was in was beautiful. Stark, severe but alive with rounded edges and swirling strokes. The first thing her eyes took in was the panoramic view of light glittering off a grayish sand which seemed to shift and move in front of her. Further off, stark.