I thought to myself damn that looks sweet to.I went on and finished working on my pool and offered her a drink. I went in and fixed her a Bourbon and ...oke. Came back and sat in the chair opposite of her I made sure to grab my shades so she couldn't tell I would be stairing at her pussy the whole time we talked . After she finished her drink I offered her another. To which she gladly excepted . As she kept drinking her thighs would part a lil more . Then she chugged the last drink she looked at. " That's not what I want to see. I'm fascinated by your breasts and if you will show them to me I'll show you my cock." I can't do that." Sure you can. Just take off your blouse. Your bra probably covers more than the bikini top of your bathing suit so you won't be showing me any more than some guys who have seen you at the beach got to see."Mary Beth thought about that for several seconds and then she put down her beer and took off her blouse. The guy whistled approvingly and then he took out. I insert a ball gag into her mouth. Her eyes flash with fear but she goes along with it. I straddle her stomach and start playing with her gorgeous, alabaster tits. They’re another study in physical perfection and proportion. Full-bodied and perky, they’re everything you want in a set of whore-bags. Initially, I squeeze and pinch them. Eventually I get bored of that and start slapping them. As my slaps become harder Fuki’s muffled cries become louder. I grasp those little bundles of delight and. I took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.Before me stood a man at least twice my age wearing a tight fitting pair of rugged jeans and a matching jean jacket. He had curly blonde hair and a thick mustache, and stood a good 3-4 inches taller than me.“Would you like to share a booth?” the man asked in a hushed tone.I was relieved that I didn’t appear to be in trouble.“I’m out of cash” I replied.“I got money” the man said as he took a step closer.I don’t know what came over me, but for some.