Boston is a great city." Well, maybe if you're a Yankee," Josie huffed. "All right, let me make a phone call and see whether the girls are okay with t...at."She put down the receiver and breathed hard. This would be difficult to sell. She could almost hear Pat make a snide remark about how long it had taken for her to forget her promises. Josie shook her head. The girls would never be happy with any trip they made, at least not as happy as they had been on that summer break two years ago in. Before I knew it she was teaching me how to give a hand job. What the hell I’m I doing I thought – just one more stroke of his cock and I need to stop and get the hell out of there. I must have been doing something right though – I could hear Don moan every now and then – and his legs started to spread with his hips doing a slight grind. I had to admit – it was kinda a hot keeping Don so hard – and getting his cock so worked up with my touch. Jackie was a good teacher – but I though about. If I am not as familiar with my subjects as I should be, please correct me if you are more knowledgeable. Any mistakes in this story that were not caught by my editor and other advisors are my responsibility.There are references to other art in the story. The mentions of the nudist camp "The Pines" and its patrons appear with permission from author Nick Scipio. Writer KMB allowed me to include a nod to his "Harem" series (which takes place in a separate but connected universe from my own. I had a nice, long look at her black, leather motorcycle jacket and skin-tight jeans. She finally turned as I coasted toward the bike rack."It's about time," she hissed.I gave her a sideways look as I locked the bike to the rack."Phone call for you, Ms. Lee."I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and tossed it to her. She opened it with a quizzical expression on her face, and then shut it just as quickly as a deep flush spread over her dark complexion. It was a full, uncropped picture this.