It was an awesome sight. The rider got thrown off in about three seconds and the next rider was ready to go. Thats when I noticed my first potential v...ctim. There was this guy they called Boss Man . He was a World Champion bull rider himself, but tonight he was on the microphone announcing the action. This guy was HOT. He was older (about 45). I thought to myself Maybe Ill fuck him . My slut thoughts were interrupted however, because I happened to lock eyes with one of the guys that was. They located a nice spot on the sand and settled in comfortably. Bottles of sunscreen and red cups discreetly filled with potent libations were passed around as the late-morning sun rose in lock-step with the light and jovial mood of the group. Warm buzzes grew, teasing tan lines deepened, and positive vibes drifted through the salt air. Life was good. And life was good especially for Rachel. While the other girls chatted idly away, she couldn’t help but simultaneously marvel and swallow cold. It was subtle but there. The warmth of her body seemed fine, and he finally was able to get a hold of his senses.“I wished the fairy tales to be true,” Gary said. “I hope I am not dreaming.”“You are not,” she said as she used her hand to feel his arm.Gary let go of her arm and backed away from her. He practically leaped up into the air and cheered. “Yes! My best friend is a rat!”“Shoosh!” Fumi told him, putting her finger to her snout-like nose. “It’s ok when we are in enclosed spaces like this. I walked back into the living room and was about to sit down at the computer to see if my big dick friend was still on. Just as I was about to sit down there was a knock at the door, and I assumed he forgot something, either sunglasses or cell phone or something. I tucked my clitty back into my thong and between my legs and walked to the door. I opened the door and was asking, “what did you.....forget”. Standing there was my mailman Mike. Mike and my male self had made small talk the whole time.