I watched her ass sway side to side as she left the room."She is one fine bitch, ain't she?" Snoop said as he smoked a joint."Yeah." I replied."I saw ...ou checking her out." He said nodding his head. "If I didn't have a wifey waiting for me at home, I would have waxed that ass by now." So what are you guys doing together?" I asked, trying to change the subject."MH had some performance on a show." He started to roll another joint. "Asked me if I would come and do the track 'Say Something' with. We settled in the short grass but there was no shade to our avail - and even the ice-cooled wine couldn't prevent the two lovely lasses from overheating, only kindled their libidos and lit their fires of sensuality. I told them to take off their dresses and the plunge into the calm waters at once, and was rewarded with an hour of the most exquisite eroticism. The wet chemises and bloomers clung to the young flesh like sticky tape and left nothing to the vague imagination - even Justine's. The lake was a sawmill pond for nearly a hundred years. Logs sank and the town sewage dumped in the lake for those hundred years. The turds reacted with the water and the logs and every once in a while one of those logs raised it's huge head and collided with something in the water ... like a hull or a skull.Yes, indeed ... three summers ago a visiting crew rammed one of those underwater obstructions and Anderson's Salvage spent three days removing the wreck ... so the course would be ready for. Finally, with a giggle and a smile, Sandrine took mercy on him.“Enough for today, Roger, do you think?”Roger couldn’t think, but he nodded. Once more he was locked in anticipation, as if his mind had seized and refused to contemplate either what was happening or what might happen. He was not quite as frozen as he had been on the two previous occasions when Sandrine’s explorations had begun, but he was so far from being in control of himself, much less of the actions between them, that Sandrine.