"He places his towel beside mine and sits down with me."So, what's you name?" he asks."Hi I'm James. May I say you're looking great. And your name?" I...ask."Thanks, I'm Steve, nice to meet you. You are looking good too," he says."Nice to meet you too. Beautiful day isn't it?" I say."Yeah and I saw you looking at me with a nice smile on your face. Like what you see?" Steve asks cheekily.A little embarrassed, I can't hide the bulge Steve notices in my beach shorts. I admit to him, "Well you are a. K.” but this was really going to take a lot of lube. He got up and I moved to the side of the bed and presented myself doggie style to him. I felt his hands moving over my stockings and lifted my skirt over my hips. He started to rub my ass and pulled down my black lace knickers. I asked him to use his fingers he and started to lube me with the oil by my bed. At first it was just a single finger but I asked him to put more into me. Lubing me up more and more he put in 2, 3 then 4 fingers up to. “We’ve got a runner!” Thomas yelled before setting off after him.His shotgun tucked behind his back; Tom sprang through the window as well. More glass falling as Thomas added to the hole in the window. Wispy lace privacy curtains tangling around the butt of his weapon and getting pulled out after him. Glass crunched under Thomas’s boots as he set off after the felling suspect who was just clearing a brick fence at the rear of the property. Squad cars at the front of the house coming to life. At least on that first morning. I went for the scrambled eggs with cheese and grits. I avoided the meats on the first visit. If the eggs proved to be alright, I would try the other items later.The eggs were actually pretty good. They were a little greasy, but things tended to be that ways in small diners. The prices were reasonable and there was even a breakfast special. Their claim to fame had to be the morning biscuits. The biscuit that came with breakfast was huge. The thing was five or six.