After several false starts and some actual but less than disappointing starts, the ideal party happened. 3 guys and 4 gals in an all night orgy. I wish they were all like this! I need to do this again. Anyone free over this long Easter break for some fun?
Oh, we are planning something out of town. If interested, get at me for details. ramblesex@gmail.com
For the most part, those that I meet on Passion.com are jokers. Women who talk big but are actually of very little substance. So when I get contacted by one who is interested, I never raise my hopes at all. I have learned that setting my expectations low will never result in disappointment. So it was with a very pleasant surprise that I had a superb afternoon with a lady I met on there. After the initial contact, we agreed to meet at a day later in the week, as both our schedules were packed the days prior. On the day itself, we agreed to meet in town. I got there at the appointed time and informed her of my arrival. She said she had to take care of some stuff then we could go. Hmm… not another joker! Fortunately she was good on her word, and at the time she stated she showed up. Being the first time we met, I thought she’d have wanted us to just sit at some restaurant and get to know each other before then setting a second date to do the do. Shock on me when I realised she was ready for it there and then. So off to a hotel we went where I must say I had an excellent afternoon. This woman had some skills that had me singing doh-reh-mi forwards and backwards several times over in 4-part harmony. Now this is rare! To have found a woman on Passion.com who is good on her word, and who is this skilled all in one package? Nirvana! I made sure I had her singing too, as it would have been horrendous to keep her wanting. I must have done a good job, for she said we had to have a second do. I am eagerly looking forward to that.
You know you have arrived when you start receiving calls based on word of mouth referrals. I’m loving this!
I used to rush. Thinking when I burst a nut, I’m good to go. That’s before I realised that getting her there made the nut I finally burst that much better! So now I take my time. Unless we are both super hungry, and want to go at it super fast. Which is rare. If your intention is to get her to this, then taking your time and being very observant to her reactions and working accordingly will guarantee you results that will make both your day!
While at Hedo, there were times when a small group of people would have private parties in a designated room. One of these ones that I went to turned out to be more fun than I had signed up for! It was a Martini Bash. Some self-proclaimed martini making experts were to concote 3 different styles of the drink for consumption. We agreed that we would be at a ground floor level room, since no one wanted to navigate stairs after several glasses of the drink.
And so one afternoon after lunch we all trouped to the room. The martini’s that I remember made were french and chocolate. I can’t remember what the third one was. I guess that’s how high I must have become! Them drinks were being downed as fast as they were being mixed.
After indulging in this for sometime, some people decided to do weed. Now, myself, I have no problem with other people doing it. Just don’t ask me to be a part of it. And so those that wanted weed did it close to the door so those of us not into it wouldn’t have to bear much of the second hand smoke. Big help that was, since the size of the room considering the number of people present made it next to imppossible to get away from that smoke. So, invariably, we did get high on some of it.
At one point someone dared us to play twister. But twister with at twist. We had to be naked. And covered in baby oil. It’s hard enough playing it clothed! Now imagine trying to maintain a weird position while keeping your footing with all that baby oil slathered all over your body! Not to mention the proximity with certain body parts you will have to experience, thus causing yet other things to happen! This was too much for some, since they chickened out and chose instead to play it the regular way, fully clothed. So much for daring people!
By the time the game was over most people had left, and only about 6 of us were left in the room. One guy got on the bed to chill out, and this lady came and started giving him head. She was working that thing real good. So good that a friend of hers challenged her to a competition to determine who could give the best head. The judges? He who was already enjoying it, plus one other. I had to take it for the team, as there was just one other guy, and he wasn’t willing to have his dick sucked with an audience present. No problem for me.
I got on the bed, got on my back, lowered my shorts and had her go at it. Mmm… can I just say paradise! Especially since I could see the back of her head as she did her thing from the mirror above the bed. I felt good. The martini in me, as well as the weed smoke, couple with her sucking skills was just a superb feeling.
Just one problem. I have never ever come from a bj. Never. Not once. No matter how good whoever is doing it is. This was no exception. At one point I voiced that out, getting the lady to get up in dispair! She asked why she was wasting her time while I knew fully well that I couldn’t cum from her actions. I said that it sure did feel good, and so I didn’t mind her doing it. That seemed to placate her, since after just a little thought she continued her thing for another 15 minutes before calling it quits.
Not much else happened after that. I think we were all too drunk/blazed to go beyond that. And so we retired to our various rooms where we slept it off for a few hours before heading to dinner. That was an afternoon well spent.
When I checked my email one day prior to going to Hedo last year, I found one from a lady called Kimberly. I had zero recollection who this was, yet she seemed to know me well. This was rather unsettling. So I asked for her picture. She emailed it to me. She said we met the year before in Hedo. Still didn’t ring a bell.
When she saw she was getting nowhere, she asked me if I remembered a girl with 4 guys one eaaarly morning. Aha! A light bulb went off in my head. How could I have forgotten her? I was one of the 4 guys in question! And what a time we had! It all came back to me. Pleasantly so, I must add.
We had been in Hedo for 3 days. On the Wednesday, I had vowed that I would stay up into Thursday and watch the sun rise. The past 3 days I had always gone to bed around 4 am. This time round it was going to be different. I made sure to have a nap right after lunch. Not much went on anyway, so I didn’t miss out on much. I also decided that I would take another 2 hour nap after dinner instead of going to the disco.
Come midnight and I got my towel and a pack of condoms and headed to the nude pool. I stripped and then placed my stuff on a poolside chair before heading into the pool. I sat at the bar where I ordered some shots of Monkey Brains. Very sweet drink, that’s also very lethal. After about 4 of them I was already having a good buzz going.
It was still relatively quiet, as most people were still at the disco. That ended at 1.30am, so I would have the place to myself and just a few others until then. The funny thing is, those that were at the pool were mostly white folk. It seems they were not for the noise of the disco. Usually they would be here until the black folk started streaming in at 2am. Black folk sure know how to party! They would carry the party right through to sunrise. This is the party I had vowed I was going to be a part of today.
Tabs on her part loves dancing. So she went to the disco where she got her groove on. I knew she would probably get a hookup, as she had already been approached by several men and women, and on two occasions even couples who wanted her to join them in a 3some. She had turned those ones down, though today she confided in me that she had her eye on one guy. I told her to go for it. I know I had my eye one more than one girl, so it was only fair!
So 2am rolled by, and just like clockwork the white folk left as the black folk came to the pool. The place soon became noisy, as the music from the bar music system was turned up. They were playing some rather sweet soul music. Good shit straight from the 70s and early 80s That, along with the hint of weed smoke in the air plus the alcohol sure made things feel real good. Not to mention all the nude bodies in the pool. I was careful to keep a good distance from other men, but made sure to be as close to them women as I could.
We had a grand time laughing, talking, playing pool volleyball, sitting at the bar chilling, dancing… the works. Soon moans of pleasure joined in the noise spectrum, with quite a number of people pairing up, and in some instances grouping up. There was one time 3 women were seated on the bar, legs wide open giving access to 2 men and one woman who worked them up to orgasms. The woman that was going down on one of the bar seated ladies was herself getting it doggy style from the back. Ah, Hedonism at its best! This is what I had waited for and paid good money to come experience.
Deciding not to get left out, I approached this lady who was watching the proceedings with a certain glaze in her eye. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try my luck with her. I said hi, she smiled back very suggestively, and responded likewise. I was in! I flirted with her some, asking her why she wasn’t part of the cunnilingus-fest. She said she was a shy one, and that she couldn’t possibly do this. I told her there was no need to be shy, as we were all grown folks having a good time, and no one would think bad of another.
I figured I’d be bold and held her hand, bringing it to my now erect dick. She gasped in surprise at my boldness. But I could see she wasn’t the least bit offended, as the smile stayed on her lips, though she was surprised. I told her that we could get our own corner of the pool and do our thing without worrying about others watching us. To this she seemed agreeable. So I got behind her and embraced her close to me as my hands lay on her ample breasts. We then ambled this way to a hidden part of the pool where she turned around and kissed me. Not just any kiss, but a deep, hungry kiss. Dang, she must have been so turned on by all that was going on around her that she had to have a quick release!
I sat her on a ledge in the pool and then went down on her. She must have been on the brink, since I wasn’t licking her for 5 minutes when she explode in a powerful orgasm. She admitted as much, telling me she had been touching herself as she watched what was going on at the bar, and so I didn’t have to do much to send her over the edge. She asked if I was protected, to which I excused myself and went to the pool chair to get a rubber.
I slipped it on, got into the water, and went to her. She said she wanted to watch what was going on at the bar as we fucked, so I sat her on the ledge facing the bar. I then slid into her very wet pussy and just gave her long gentle strokes. When I made to make them quicker, she asked me to just maintain the long slow strokes. That was just what she felt she needed. I complied, and made the session last long. She did come severally as we fucked.
There was a time another lady came to watch us, which turned her on even more. Her shyness seemed to have evaporated as time went by. At one point she said she wanted to take a break, so we disengaged and went to sit in the jacuzzi. This one had warm water, so it was a good change from the cool pool. By this time, it was a full fledged orgy, with more sounds of fucking than anything else. At around 5am, people started heading back to their rooms, or to other rooms for even more sex.
I got to talking to my new found acquantance, who by now had told me her name was Kimberly. We had talked of much during our break, before getting back to more fucking, followed by yet another break. I loved this woman, she had a sex drive that was superb! Just as the sun was about to come up, she confided in me that she had always fantasize about being with more than one man at the same time. Hmm… time for her fantasy to come true, I thought!
I talked to 3 guys that I had come to know during our stay there and asked them to help me make Kimberly’s fantasy a reality. This they readily agreed to. Show me a straight man who will turn away pussy and I’ll show you a unicorn! I went and sat down, then had Kimberly sit on me with my dick sliding into her pussy. She then leaned forward and took the dick of one of the other guys in her mouth. The other two fondled her breasts. I could tell she was in paradise, since she came rather fast! This must have been very arousing for her.
After about 10 minutes she got off me, then sat on the edge of the pool. She parted her legs and one of the guys went down on her. The other two guys each took a breast in their mouth and sucked on them gently. I decided I was going to just sit back and watch this, jerking off at it. After what was about her 5th orgasm, one of the guys sucking on her breasts put on a condom and slid into her pussy. It was surprising that even after a night of fucking she was still raring to go! And go she did.
After she came twice, she said that she had had enough. We obliged, and let her get back her breathe before helping her out of the pool. I escorted her to her room where she gave me a wet kiss before she got in and locked the door.
On my part, I had achieved my goal of seeing the sun come up. And what a way to while the time away as I did so! I went to my room smiling a huge smile. I found Tabs just having gotten in, and getting ready to shower before sleeping. She had a huge smile as well, and I could only guess what kind of night she had had. We promised to tell each other our various experiences after we had had a good rest. I joined her in the shower and gently soaped and washed each other before drying ourselves and getting into bed.
This was the life!
There was a period of two years I lived in the US. While there I got to sample quite a bit of the swinging lifestyle. I shall on ocassion share some of them. Today I recount an interesting experience I had in New York City.
While in the US I lived in Vermont, a place with about 0.2% black population at the time. While I did get to experience some great parties and made some good friends, I always wanted to be at a party where a majority of the faces if not all were of people like me. It was getting tired just seeing white people.
And so one day I decided to check out the US version of Swappernet to see what my luck would be like. I was fortunate to see someone on there who stated he organized parties where single men were welcome. I hadn’t met Tabs at that time.
I sent him email and he responded. He said the next do would be in two weeks time. He mentioned there would be a meet and greet a day before at a restaurant in Brooklyn. This was for participants to get to know each other in a non-sexual setting so as to minimise on discomfort levels. The following day we would then meet at a location to be disclosed at the M&G. Dress code for that would be black for the gents and white for the ladies.
On the Friday of the M&G I was rather excited. I managed to get the afternoon off at work, which enabled me to get on the road early for the 6 hour bus ride to NYC. Once there I got myself a room at a hostel for that night. I wouldn’t need it for the following night.
I then got on the subway headed to Brooklyn. Once there I followed the directions given and was able to get to the restaurant. Let me tell you, there were some fine women there! And they outnumbered the men! This was looking very good.
I had fun getting to know these people, some of whom had flown in from as far away as Houston, Texas. Clearly this guy, Ed, that organized these parties knew his shit. Otherwise why would someone come all that way?
There was some craziness, with people hardly being able to wait for the party proper. One woman, for instance, sat on my laps facing me grinding her crotch against mine. Woooweee! After the M&G I made my way back to my hostel room where I had a good masturbation session. But I was careful not to overdo it as I needed to be in proper shape for the following day.
Saturday finally arrived. I slept in, then went to look for a camera. In my mind I knew that I needed one to catch the splendour of the men and women at dinner. I also checked a few other things around the city that were of interest. At 4pm I made my way back to my room.
I showered, splashed on some deo and cologne, then dressed up. I had gotten myself a pair of black trousers along with a black polo neck pullover. I wore this over a black tshirt. I felt I was ready.
I took the subway to the station nearest to the hotel where the party would be located. I then walked over from there. I met Ed downstairs. He looked at me funny, wondering why I was dressed up so. On his part, he was in jeans and a checkered shirt. I told him I thought the guys were supposed to be dressed up in all black.
That’s when he burst out laughing. I felt really silly! He pointed out that was in reference to underwear! Once in the hotel room and after having paid the participation fee we had to strip down to our underwear. So much for all the work I’d put towards getting just the outfit!
Luckily for me, I had on black boxers, so it turned out fine. I went up to the 30th floor into a suite that was out of this world. It was a two floor suite, with the living room and kitchen on the lower level and two bedrooms on the upper level.
I was a bit early. I watched as others came in. Within the hour there were about 40 of us in there, divided roughly 50-50 men and women. as folks came in they would pay, then get shown to the bathroom where they would change.
Once everybody was in, Ed’s wife Alisha had everyone congregate in the living room. She went over ground rules after everyone introduced themselves. This was deemed necessary even though we had had the M&G a day before.
The festivities then began. This was a sensual fest for sure! All 5 senses were treated to one supremely arousing orgy. I loved it! Here I was, finally mong people like me enjoying sex. This is how it should be! It was at that point that I decided I would try and get something similar here in Kenya. Which is something I hope to achieve in the not to distant future.
There was one nerve-wracking moment. You see, Ed had put a time limit after which no one else would be allowed in. But African Americans being who they are, some did try to show up late. They had been warned, but they still insisted on trying to come up.
When they were denied entry, they tried causing a mess. They informed hotel security that an orgy was going down. Just because they couldn’t get in on the fun, they wanted to mess it up for those of us that were on time and doing our thing. What the fuck! So security came up to verify. I almost laughed when I saw the effect of that.
Some guy who was busy giving it to a woman doggy style got up and hurriedly pulled up his trousers as the lady frantically looked for her dress. This scene was repeated as the various armourous couplings did the same.This was hilarious to those of us taking a breather and just indulging our voyeuristic tendencies.
Ed went to the door and talked to the security man. He was asked what was going on and explained that we were just having a polite gathering and not what was implied by the disgruntled guest. By this time of course we were all dressed up and just lounging in the living room. The security guy said that we had to either get to sleep or have people leave. Ed worked out a deal with him where he agreed that folks would depart, and those remaining would just chill. Ya right!
When he got back, he explained what had gone down to us. A number of people felt like the party was up, so they got up and left. But a number wanted to still get down, even though the chances of that happening again were slim. Personally, I couldn’t have left even if I wanted to, since I didn’t have a hotel room to go to. And this being 3am, the bus station was closed, and so it wouldn’t have done me any good to go there and wait for my bus back to Vermont in the night. I decided to stay put.
Good thing I did. About half an hour after this debacle, about a quarter of us were left. When we figured no one was going to disturb us again, we disrobed, and the sexual bacchanality resumed. Now that we were fewer made it even better! No more having to wait for an open space on a bed or on the carpetted floor. This was nice!
The orgy went on until 8am when I left it. I hear from those that stayed that the last people departed at 10am. What a night that was! This was surely a group I intended to hang around with more often. And sure enough, future meetings with them were just as hot, if not hotter!
So Nicole loved her first time so much, she went back with Tabs to Hedo this year. Too bad I couldn’t be with them. When I moved back, Tabs couldn’t do so at the time. And so we agreed to have an LDR with a twist. The twist being, we could see others. Not that this was much different from when we were together. While I was in the UK, we satsfied our need for seeing others by being a part of swinger groups. Lovely arrangement that.
I wish I didn’t have to work for someone! That’s the only reason I didn’t make it to Hedo this year. I need to quit my job and do my own thing. Being my own boss will alow me to travel at will (something I love doing).
Tabs told me it was a riot for them. This time round, Nicole was more outgoing and adventurous than she was last year. Understandably so, seeing that it was her first time there. Even I would be apprehensive. Infact, I was the first year Tabs and I went.
How else would you be, if you are walking around and meet up a woman who you introduce yourself too, stating that it’s your first time there, and her response is, “Your room or mine?” ? That definitely caught me off track. I didn’t know it would be that easy to get laid! No, I didn’t take her up on her offer. At least not at that moment. But Tabs and I did get to sample some delights from said lady before we left. Memorable times, those!
Something else that happened this year is, all guests got vouchers for two days off. You see, Hedo has this policy whereby if it rains all day with the sun not once coming out, then they give you a voucher for a day’s stay with them redeemable anytime within the year. These people had two whole days! That means for the price of whatever period they had paid they will get two extra days. Not fair. I should have been there! And knowing me, I’m sure those two rained out days wouldn’t have mattered, since I would be in the presence of two lovely women with lots to do in the designed for hedonistic pleasure rooms at the resort.
I am hoping to go back sometime. Hopefully before the year is out. Maybe I’ll be able to hook up with Tabs and Nicole and go there with them as they redeem their days. Or maybe I should just not go and save up that money to start my business. So I can have the freedom to travel whenever. Life, why does it have to be so? Somebody, anybody, get me that Hedo fix pronto!
There have been some hilarious moments in my sexual sojourns. They may not have appeared so back then, but in retrospect they make me laugh.
I had always wanted to see if it was as easy as it appeared to get laid by just placing a classified ad in the papers. There were so many of those, the must be a hit ratio that guaranteed good ROI. This convinced me to try my luck. I got a new cell phone number and set about placing an ad.
I did so with Nation and Standard. Of the two, Nation is busier. I was on the line almost 45 minutes before I got served. Yet at Standard I was the only one. Standard gave me 3 extra days above the two weeks I paid for while Nation did not.
In both instances, I did feel self concious. What sort of person just walks in and puts an ad offering erotic massage services for women? I was hoping in both cases that a man would serve me. With my luck, I got women both times. But neither batted an eyelid. I guess they were used to this by now. I got the ad written up, paid for it and left.
The following day I bought both papers and promptly checked the classifieds. Both of them had my ad. Now all I needed to do was wait. I didn’t have to do so long.
I got interesting callers. One was from a woman who said she was 43 and married and an executive at a downtown company. She wanted an athletic young man to satiate her. She did not mince her words. Some women called wanting to know if I was a woman. They wanted to experience being with another woman sexually. I also got calls from men who wanted to know if I got down and dirty with men. Those ones I shut down real quick by stating the service was just for women. Shudder!
The main subject of this post is about this Indian man who wanted to know if I catered to couples. He said that he and his wife wanted a massage.nothing strange about this. I said that I could do so, but any extras would just be for the woman. This he din’t have a problem with. He then asked if I shaved. I told him I did. He asked that again, sensing I might have misunderstood him. He had wanted to know if I would be willing to shave his wife’s pussy. I told him I had never done that, and knowing how delicate and sensitive a woman’s nether lips are, I wouldn’t want to do that. Especially for a sranger! He insisted that whatever shaving would happen, it would be controlled. I told him I would have to see.
After these questions it seemed as though I had passed the phone interview, since he requested a face to face. He wanted us to talk things through first before I could meet him and hist wife together. On the day agreed upon we met at a restaurant in Industrial area during off peak hours. This ensured we had no one near us that could eavesdrop.
He introduced himself as an executive at some company. Hmm, interesting trend here. Yet another Nairobi executive involved in this. Did that life of much work make them need this kind of release? Just a bunch of freaks!
As we talked, he told me their expectations. The plan was for us to meet at a hotel. He would pay for the room. I would join him and his wife in the room where we would first chit chat to get comfortable with each other. I would then give them both a massage. Him just back, but her full body. We would then take a break for snacks. After this the shaving. She would then clean up and I would go down on her. (he had asked if I was okay with cunnilingus, which I am more than happy to give). Things would then take their natural course. So far so good. I liked this since it meant (a) fucking an Indian woman and (b) fucking another man’s wife as he watched. Quite the turn-on.
This is when things started going south. The guy asked me what I was working with. Excuse me please? And he repeated the question. I answered him wondering what that had to do with anything. He then asked if I role played. Eh, that whole Catholic Scool Teache and me the naughty student isn’t my cup of tea. I didn’t say that though. Instead I told him I could do it. I figured I could endure this for a chance to be with an Indian woman.
The next question blew me away. He asked if I could wear special attire that would emphasise my manhood. His words, not mine. The special attire he had in mind was a leather thong that would raise my balls and dick, kinda like the wonder-bra for women. He also wanted me towear a leather strap top. Picture the Ramb in that! Hideous! I was so tempted to get up and leave at that point. Inside I was a seething mass of a raging turmoil of battering waves! But on the outside I was the picture of perfect serenity.
With my facade in place, I smiled and said that would be no problem. But on the inside I was like ain’t no fucking way I was going to do all this just so I could fuck an Indian woman. I would have to pass on this opportunity and hope for another one with less stringent conditions.
We finalised on some details, him still thinking I was on board, but with me long gone from there. I then walked to my car, started it and burnt rubber getting out of there. I wanted to put as many kilometres as I could between me and the leather thong fetish Indian. I also switched off the phone I’d gotten for this manenos. Going mteja would be adequate protection!
this is the craziest ish I came across during my time of experimenting. There were some positives. Including one where I got down with a woman as her husband watched. That was some good times! But that is a story for another day.
This was her first time at this resort. An adult’s only resort. My girl and I had convinced her to cum along. We told her that this would be a great time for us all.
Nicole and Tabs (my girl) have been friends a while. They met while in University, and had remained good friends since. However, when it came to matters sexual, they had never really confided much in each other. Until one time Tabs slipped and said something about a party we had attended after she forgot who she was with. She had had one too many, and was clearly not focussed on what she was saying.
That aroused Nicoles curiosity. So much so that the following day after she was sure the effects of the hangover were gone she called Tabs and recounted their conversation from the previous evening. At first Tabs denied that she had said what she did. The main reason being she didn’t want Nicole to think of her as weird.
What surprised her, however, was the fact that Nicole didn’t seem one bit mad about it. On the contrary, she was rather amused by it all. And she had this curiosity about her that Tabs realised she had better come clean. And so our history of living the life was told to Nicole. Tabs was at least sure of the fact that Nicole wouldn’t go blabbering about it to everybody.
This obviously intrigued Nicole to no end. She confessed to Tabs that she was getting wet just by listening to our sexcapades. That is when Tabs offered her the invite. She and I were already planning to go to Hedonism, and we felt that it would only be good if Nicole were to accompany us. Better for her to have her first time there in the company of friends. It took some convincing, but eventually we pulled it off.
Fast forward to us at the reception, excited more than ever. Although this was our second trip, thus we knew what to expect, it was our first with Nicole. We felt this would be the greatest place to initiate her into the lifestyle. As soon as the formalities of checking in were out of the way, we had a shower and made our way straight to the nude pool. Even that long 11 hour flight from London was not enough to dampen our resolve! I mean, we were here a week, and so we needed to maximize on time.
Now, at the nude pool, there is the steadfast rule that you cannot be there and have clothes on. The only people allowed to do so are staff. Everybody else MUST be nude. If you are not, a security guard will show up and ask you to shed or leave. No two ways about it. That is regardless of if you are actually swimming of if just lounging on the deck chairs.
Tabs and I having been here before got rid of our clothes without thinking twice. Nicole on the other hand was a little apprehensive at first. But after seeing that we had no issues, she gingerly removed her clothes, carefully folding them and placing them on the deck chair. She took her time at it, understandably so.
I must admit, I have had some fantasies with Nicole for sometime. And this Tabs was well aware of, as we never hid anything from each other. We had both long agreed that since we both had high sex drives, and we both knew we were into swinging, we wouldn’t ever hide anything concerning sexual issues from each other. If she was on her way home and saw some hunk she felt like she’d rip clothes off of and sit on him there and then, she’d tell me. And if she did go ahead and do it, she’d still tell me. Same case for me. We were open with each other. The only thing we both knew was non-negotiable was the use of protection. With that pact in place, anything and everything was fair game.
Tabs cast a mischevios glance my direction as Nicole was undressing. At one point she just burst out laughing, asking me to get a grip. My stare was that obvious! I mean, I was almost on drool mode! Tabs and I had already gotten into the pool where we waited patiently for Nicole. When she eventually got in the water, she made to sit (there was a ledge at going out about 30 centimetres from the wall of the pool that one could sit on) next to Tabs. Tabs was having none of it. She told Nicole she would have to sit between us. That’s my girl! Always looking out for her man. Well, she knew I’d have done the same for her.
Can you spell out bliss? This was sure going to be a week of nothing but great fun!
