“Who are these guys?” she asked Angelo, that evening’s head-barman. “The Devil’s Rejects,” he called above the din. “Pretty hot!” Sh... poured frothing glasses of beer. “What, all of them?” “The music, dummy!” She grinned and returned to her job —serving drinks and deflecting the attentions of college boys. A college junior herself she had no time for their retarded come-ons. Or for the posturing of rock-star wannabees. These Rejects were a pretty tight outfit, though, and the lead guitarist. And we had a great time. Julie and Jackie were very much in command of the cooking, so Henrietta and the rest of us sat around the tables in the garden enjoying a few drinks. Food was served. Wine was flowing. Jokes were told. There were a few practical jokes and lots of laughter. Jackie loves to flash her body parts whenever she can, but is very wary of doing so in front of certain friends. She is a master at giving chaps the occasional “accidental” glimpse of her boobs and/or upper thighs.. Now very little can be accomplished in that tumultuous ocean.These two couples lived an anything but normal existence. True, the emotions they experienced are the same as millions of other people, but the circumstances in which they felt those emotions were more akin to those stormy seas than anything else. They were so consumed with sexual frustration and passion that they could think of little else.When the kids weren't together, they wanted to be. When they were, but it wasn't a "sex day",. I held it there as instructed. "Matt you are a dirty, dirty boy. I can't believe you made me cum again.". She stood up and headed to her closet, returning in what I later learned were six inch heels. "I bought these for you today, Matt. They are impractical for walking but perfect for what we are about to do. I want you to fuck my asshole, but again no cumming yet.". It all sounded very complicated but in short order she was standing facing a full length mirror wearing only the stockings.