Plenty, and a magazine.

I got a few more postcards from Oxford, until one day a larger envelope arrived. Inside was a note that read: "Saw this on a newsstand. Can you believe it? What the fuck? Ha ha. Hope you enjoy it. We certainly did. XOXO, Talia."

The envelope contained a single glossy nudie magazine. Huh? Why would Talia... "Holy shit!"

"What is it?" Amy called from the other room.

"It's... it's Corrine!"

She'd been heavily processed: airbrushed tan, absurd glam hair, and dressed up like a Valkyrie warrior. But there was Corrine, naked from the waist up and clutching flowers to cover herself. Her heavily lidded eyes stared right at the camera, and her lips were slightly parted.

My arousal was obvious as I tore through the pages. They'd made her up as a goddess, with the sun lighting her bright blonde hair and highlighting her bombshell curves. In one image, she was staring down the camera and spraying herself suggestively with a hose. My mind shot back to high school. Images of Corrine flooded my brain.

I didn't notice Amy sneak up behind me. When she spoke, I jumped. "Gee, they really tarted her up, huh?"

Without another word, Amy reached around behind and cupped my growing erection. "Getting a little excited, huh?"

I felt a surge of confidence. "What are you going to do about it?"

The red head got behind me and rubbed her gorgeous body against me. With her nimble fingers she unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants. When my erection was free, she stroked it gently.

"Go ahead. Look at her. Bring's back memories, huh?" I showed the rest of pictures to her while she caressed my length and breathed hot on my neck.

Amy crossed back in front of me, and got on her knees before me. She was in pajamas: a low-cut tank top that displayed her sizable cleavage, and lounge pants. Her bright green eyes had a playful expression. She licked my tip, and I quivered all over.

"Tell me what you want to do to her." Amy took my length into her mouth, and started working it. I'd forgotten how good she was. Her red hair swayed as she bobbed up and down.

"I want to... grab her by the shoulders, kiss her sweet lips. Feel her hair. And take her ass into my hands." My eyes shifted from the pornographic image of our friend with the water hose and my mate. Amy had her eyes closed now, and a hand underneath her waistband.

"I'll lay her down. She's... already naked. I'm hard as a rock when I enter her. I bury my face in her magnificent, tan breasts. She smells like wild flowers, and her body feels amazing around my cock. Mmm. I'm getting close."

Amy popped me out of her mouth to moan, "So's she. Where are you going to cum?"

"I... pull out of her, and stuff my cock in her mouth. I want her to taste herself on me before I... I... uh!" Amy took me all the way into her throat as I spurted my load into her. The fingers beneath her waistband went into overdrive as she reached her shivering climax.

Dabbing the corners of her mouth in a ladylike fashion, Amy stood and kiss me. Her mouth tasted a little foreign, and she smiled as she kissed me.

"Bring that magazine and come to bed."

A week later, I got another postcard from Talia, this one with the Statue of Liberty on it. They'd move back to the States, and Talia told me that they'd be back in California before too long.