Hats kept their heads from baking and sunglasses prevented eyestrain. The soft breeze kept them cool.“I see that you’re still eating bologna sandw...ches,” Ed said while pointing at the paper plate in front of Jack.“What can I say? I like them,” Jack said with a smile.Jack picked up his sandwich and took a bite out of it. He emitted a small groan of contentment while chewing it. He liked the subtle flavors of the sandwich. There was the blandness of the white bread, the oiliness of the bologna,. I told you lightly about how I used to get teased at school. It went on the whole way through prep school and I hated it. I made friends with no one and had no sporting ability to turn things in my favour. It was a horrible five years. I pleaded with my parents to take me away but they said that with my father forever on the move with the army my education would suffer from lack of stability. The trouble was that I wasn't in a position to argue that misery was doing just that because I had. So it's a real turn on to flirt and cock tease men who are in the book store. My BF goes to a different part of the store to watch me and see how I invite strange men to check me out. This older guy who is browsing thru the dirty mags comes over and stands very close to me. When I don't walk away, he must know that I'm a slut asking for it, because he puts his hand on my inside thigh and starts stroking my leg. Then he stands behind me and rubs his crotch on my butt. I can feel that he has a. . ng... ng!"I felt the spurts of liquid slow to a dribble, and 'er prick started to go soft. Bryony moved out of the way, then Sam flopped down over me like a warm wet blanket, and I felt 'er lovely tits pressin' down on me hot, sweaty chest, almost nipple to nipple."Fuck! That was... that was... fucking brilliant! I want to fuck you again before you go, so don't go anywhere, you hear me?" she said into me ear 'ole.With that, she pulled out and slapped me arse cheeks hard as she climbed off me..