94 cover, Charlton, August 1973)I like the kind of man that is rough and tough. I really enjoy men that can handle themselves and have that ‘macho�... look. I’ve dealt with many people in my life to know the kind of boy I want, and the kind I want has to handle me with such ‘roughness’ and have a ‘real man’ way to talk and act.Living at a crossing point town for bikers, truckers, free riders and whatever kind of people always bring guys to the place, just to spend a night or even to live and make. Just then, the sliding glass doors opened, and in walked Sharon. She asked what the hell was taking us so long, and I said that Julie was almost finished. Sharon said she had to pee, and I said I’ll walk with you and go after you. As we walked away, Julie said, mom, you look damn fine in the bikini, and then walked outside. Sharon looked at me with a puzzled look. I said, I’ll tell you later.Later, after we cooked out and rested a bit, most everyone was back in the pool, except Marc and I. Now. Their hands gently squeezing each others tits making their nipples stand at attention. They kissed again, harder than before, pressing their heart shaped pink lips against each others pleading plump breasts. Before I knew it they were on the floor eating each others pussy and I began rubbing up and down along the shaft of my cock. Our breathing got deeper and heavier while their moans got louder. When they finished that act I was beginning to get hard, but still not enough to do anything with. . . Fill me up!" Grace uttered in sexual desperation."I'm going to give it to you hard and deep my dear!" Mat roared."Yes ... shove all you have into me..." Grace screamed.Jane heard the sound of flesh repeatedly slapping against flesh. Grace whimpered louder as time went by.A moment later, Grace screeched, "I'm coming ... Don't stop! Harder! Yes ... Oh Yes ... Arrgghhhhh..." Then silence.Jane walked away from the door, her face flushed, her heart beating wildly, the wet patch of her PJs between.