These islands also have convenience stores that sell T-shirts and beer, a gas station that also sells T-shirts and beer. Then there is always the smal... grocery store, you guessed it, they sell T-shirts and beer. Then of course there is always a T-shirt shop that sells surf boards to people who will never see many waves on the Gulf of Mexico. Oh yeah, there are also the two stores that are ever present on a resort island. The head shop that sells cheap silver (pewter) cast pins and knick-knacks. ”They both let out a chuckle. Damon handed the bag to Jeremy as said “care to do the honours while I go get another bottle of bourbon?”Jeremy was still smiling as he said “go for it” he grabbed the bag and opened it and began rolling.A few minutes later Damon returned with 2 bottles of bourbon just as he walked into the room Jeremy had finished rolling. “We probably shouldn’t smoke this here, if Elaina found out I’m smoking again she’ll probably turn off her emotions again.” Jeremy said with. “I’ll take her shirt and bra off,” she said in a soft voice. “You slide her shorts down. She never sleeps in anything more than her panties.”Phil glanced at Hailey for a moment but she turned away to work the shirt over Tiffany’s head. Phil lifted Tiffany’s slim hips and slid the shorts downward. He quickly stopped their descent.“Uh,” he said as he found himself looking at Tiffany’s nearly hairless pussy from only a foot and a half away. Hailey turned and let out a long breath when she saw her. .. fucking?Was she somehow fucking the sawhorse?Frank was astonished at the sensuality, the sweet instinctive well-oiled humping of Julie’s tight thighs and hips. The quiet sleek way her body thrust forward, but only from her waist to her knees, then slipped backward, running her cunt slit back and forth along that pointed rail of love!Then, for the first time, Frank noticed the sweet perfume in the air.He had no idea of what that smell was, but he knew he liked it! Loved it! And wanted to.