She smiled at him and said, “That’s so thoughtful of you, Sean. Mr. Catchums probably hasn’t had a day off in years.”“That’s true,” Mr. ...atchums said with a frown. He was pretty sure that his wife would enjoy spending the day with him. It had been years since he had taken her on a summertime picnic.Pleased at how things were turning out, Sean said, “We’ll see you tomorrow.”“Are you sure?” Mr. Catchums said. Now that the offer had been made, he was finding it nearly impossible to turn. If nothing else, she'd go back to work well rested.And it was quiet down by the water. She smiled to herself, happy that she'd come. The mid-summer crowd was gone and she could choose her spot, sit somewhere out of the breeze and let the sun warm her.She found a spot among the dunes, way back from the water, and spread her blanket on the sand. Then she peeled off her shirt and lay down in her skimpy bikini. What a bikini it was! Good thing the beach was nearly deserted! The thing might cause a. “Awhhhhh.” John yelled grabbing his ass and rubbing itwhile squirming on the hard surface below.Sandra got off the couch and stood straddling his facefrom above.“Is this what you wanted to see boy?” She askedspreading her legs wide and giving him an excellentview of her wet cunt above. Bet you want me to sit onyour face. Don’t you white boy.”John was staring at disbelief and excitement. His cocksprang up as he laid starting up in lust at her hairyblack cunt.. She's not going to hurt you." Are you sure?" Mostly," she said with a giggle."Let's stick with the plan."Just then Robbie came out, sandwiched between Mark Russell and Cassie Grover, and I do mean sandwiched since Mark had almost three inches on Robbie's five-ten, and Cassie had another inch on him. Cassie was the star of the volleyball team and was telling them about their last game. They stopped in front of us as Cassie finished her story, then Cassie waved and headed for her car."When you.