After an exhausting 12-hour drive to our honeymoon destination in Daytona
Beach, Fla., my husband and I decided to refresh ourselves with
a dip in the motel pool.

I must have dropped a few pounds to pre-wedding jitters, because each time I
dived into the pool, I lost either the top or bottom of my skimpy new
bikini.

Having the pool to ourselves, my husband thought it was exciting at
first to keep my swimsuit from me. In the attempt to retrieve my swimsuit I
noticed just how excited he was by his massive erection.

With very little struggle we got his swimsuit off and engaged in a
round of hide the salami before going back to our room to finish.

Later we dressed for dinner and went down to the motel restaurant.

Waiting for a table, we sat in the lounge and ordered drinks.

Above the bar was a huge, empty, glistening fish tank. Curious, my
husband asked, "Why is such a beautiful fish tank empty?"

The bartender grinned from ear to ear as he replied, "That's not a fish
tank. It's the motel swimming pool."