"What?" I just think it's funny. Here we are ... on a private secluded beach, and even then I can't sit here entirely naked." It's not France," I remi...ded, but had to agree with her. It was silly. Especially when you had private access, meaning that even cops couldn't come in here unless they were summoned to do so. I could understand to some extent the pretense of decency perhaps. But with no underage kids even in sight, it seemed sort of ludicrous that we couldn't do that, even here. I leaned. I took another sip of wine and exhaled. For a moment I felt relaxed. I closed my eyes and let water and wine warm me up. I just laid there for while listening bubbles work their magic around my bare naked body. When I reached for wine glass I noticed that it was empty. "I did not take more than two sips right? Or was it three... or several more?" Fine! I got up to get the bottle and towel to cover myself after I'm done. This took me mere minute and I was soon back in my new-old favorite. We are a local favorite that plays both cover tunes and originals. Also in the band are Dan Stephens, Matt Larsen, and Jason Miller. Dan is my best friend and he plays lead guitar and sings most lead vocals, Matt plays rhythm guitar and sings some lead and backing vocals, and Jason is our drummer. Dan and I were working on a new original song when I discovered the power that certain music can have over people. Not just the normal reactions that music can change moods and the like, but rather,. April knelt on the loveseat facing Jack, her thighs straddling his. The pastor raised his hands to her breasts and began caressing them.“You don’t need to be so gentle,” the escort said, “Give them a squeeze. Play with my nipples.”He obliged, pinching and pulling her nipples in between squeezing her big, firm tits. April put her hand on the bulge in Jack’s trousers and massaged it as he massaged her tits. He was good and hard and, she thought, a nice size. Suddenly, she felt an eagerness to see.