”Rodger laughed and said, “You’re joking.”“No,” I said and walked toward an old swing that must have been there for years. I sat on it whi...e he threw a found tennis ball for the dogs to chase. He kept looking back at me and we exchanged smiles while I hoped he’d grow a set of balls. I finally waved him over.“What?” he said.“Nothing,” I said. “Well, actually I’m lonely.”“Poor baby.”“Yeah, I am.” "What does baby want?” “I want you to kiss me.”He didn't hesitate, kissing me again and again. “What. Gram died later that year and we all wondered when Mom sent out the invites for the next Retreat what would happen. When we got here, she said to honor Gram, we should take a vote whether to continue the Saturday love and freedom celebration. We all voted yes, and this is the sixth yea anniversary!” I looked out the window. The sky was blue, the grass was green and birds were flying normally. I was not dreaming nor had I fallen into some alternative universe. But as I turned back to look at. It was tight and firm looking and sat right below her thin waist and flat sexy stomach. Right above her sexy stomach rested her tits and from what he could tell they looked to be perfect; firm and perky and at least a C cup. To top it all off she had the most amazing blue eyes that he couldn’t help but get lost in whenever he talked to her. He never even thought that he would have a chance with her seeing as she was 2 years younger then him at 18 and she was friends with his sister, but man was. "Fran's the doer," Callie said, then laughing obscenely, added, "Fran's the whore." Then pulled viciously on Fran's matted pubic hair."Ow! Fuck -- that hurt!" Her friend moaned."Let's all do her," Callie giggled evilly, "She loves being ganged, don't you baby?" Huh?" The obviously stoned Fran mumbled."Just say yes," Callie said, and flicked her tongue out to meet Joey's, fondling his balls as Fran moaned softly, "Y... yes."Things went on hold for a moment as Callie and the guys took time to.