”Gayle disappeared to dress and came back in a tiny white sundress. “I thought I’d better wear panties.” She lifted her dress, revealing a min...scule white thong that barely covered her slit.Jason and I stepped into shorts and we all walked to his garage. He had a World War Two Jeep: no doors, no seat belts, and no roof. But it was in pristine condition and I loved it.“We’ll go in this,” he said. “Want to drive, Paul?”Wow, did I ever? Unlike all the other vehicles on the island, it was a. He told me he would get me a towel. He proceeded to get out of the pool and get a couple of towels out of a stand up locker. Instead of bringing a trowel to me, he just tossed one in a pool chair and said, “There ya’ are.” I was trying to act nonchalant as I got out of the pool but the truth was, I felt myself getting a little turned on and I was trying not to stare at Fred’s (approximately) six-inch penis that was now looking about ¾ hard. I could feel my cock starting to get harder as I. He always trusted her to assist him with professional decorum, knowing he did not mean his mannerisms as any sort of rudeness. Leaving the thigh meat for a moment, he returned to the stove where simmered a trio of sauces which included his patented spicy mole, a creamy lemon butter sauce made with Franciscan Chardonnay, and of course, the world famous Anthony Leach D’Avola demi glace, which enhanced the flavor of any red meat. Adding the last touches of spices to the various sauces, he set them. I guessed it was his favourite line. Personally, I thought it crass, but allowed him his little joke.We fell through his apartment door, kicking it shut and ripping clothes off all at the same time. The mixture of coke and vodka had done their combined magic, rendering me as horny as all hell and back. At least he had the good grace to fold my dress and whistle his appreciation of the thong before locking his mouth over mine and kneading my tits as if tuning in his audio system. But, do you.