Crispin found himself at a circular table with three rather exotic,young women. They shared stories and laughed in the summer heat, sipping tea and nibbling biscuits. The air here was dry, warm, pleasant, and smelled of honey. Crispin fanned himself and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes, took in a deep breathe of the sweet smelling air, and savored this wonderful moment.

When they had finished their refreshment the three young women bared their breasts and asked if Crispin would like a fuck. Politely refusing, he rose from the
table and took his leave.

Crispin thought that while the three women were very accommodating, they were probably very loose.