. Part 2. for the rest of the weekend I let my chat buddies know what had happened with Mr Jones, there was a mixture of pride that they had helped gr...om me to be able to initiate sexual contact like this, no doubt there was some jealousy. But what was really useful is that the pervert's on the other end of the line were full of advice as to how I could use my power over Mr Jones for my own gratification.When they asked me what I hoped would happen the following weekend with Mr Jones, of course. And, again, nobody tried to I.D. us!Even though our new friends were kind of intimidating, being expertskiers and all, I loved hanging out with them. The guys kept all usgirls in stitches with their jokes and stories, and it felt so excitingand special to be one of the females which males like them try so hardto entertain and attract - an age-old mating ritual, as Julia describedit later. Whatever - I loved it, and I enthusiastically played my partby laughing and giggling and flashing my pink. ‘Tell you what Anita,’ he said, patting her ass. ‘Drop that chiseling lawyer and get yourself a tough-ass man and marry him and live happy ever after. You have a pathetic streak in you and need a guy around you who’s rough diamond and will stimulate you.’ ‘God you are an asshole. Well let’s say you’re right, and I’m not saying you are. How do I make your grand ideal happen?’ ‘Keep telling the lawyer his breath stinks and he’s getting fat and he’ll soon leave you, guaranteed. And then you phone. There was an indentation behind the ledge we had jumped off, with a bitof shoreline.Another powerful impulse seized me. "Stay right there, hon," I said.I swam behind the ledge, climbed out of the water, and saw that Iwouldn't be visible from the path.I turned my back to Tim, peeled off my Speedos, and pressed myself face-first against the cliff wall, presenting my creamy ass and smooth legs toTim's view. My fair body contrasted starkly with the dark rock.I tiptoed to lengthen my legs and.