”“Oh! Why mum.”“Because the Friday-night party group is a closed group. No one is supposed to fuck anyone outside the group.”“Why?”“To...avoid any STDs being introduced to group members. As long as you don't fuck anyone else, John is OK fucking you, however, if you go outside the group, he has to stop fucking you.”“But I don't want to stop fucking John. He's great.”“He is, isn't he. Maybe we can find someone inside the group to fuck you. I'll talk to Veronica.”On my next visit to Veronica I. Her underling, a chubby Southerner loved to show me her Fred Flintstones. I love the much maligned Fred Flintstone feet on a woman. Those little g**** toes, the meaty soles and super delicate skin on the bottom. Sign me up. Well, this chick caught me staring. So if she wanted something, and they always did, I'd get a show.There was Sarah, the short hair she-might-be-a-lesbian boss with perfect size seven feet, never toe polish but occasionally gloss, with the best arch ever. She was. I was back at home with my mom. Laughing… smiling… nothingChapter TwoA sudden wave of water over me pulled me out of my sleep. I could taste the saltiness of the water on my lips. The sun was beating down on my body and a numbing burn on my leg was helping me remember everything that happened. I was lying on white sand on my stomach. I frantically tried to get up to see where I was. As I tried to stand on my leg, the pain increased. I looked down to see a cut on the side of my right calf. Some. “You try,” she said as she backed off his member.Tentatively Jennifer leaned forward and touched her tongue to his penis. She licked a small drop of semen off the head and coated her lips with it.“It’s salty!” she said.“Ross is very strong!” Kimiko said encouragingly, “Take it all in!”Jennifer looked up into Ross’ eyes as she slipped the head of his cock right to the back of her throat. Ross groaned and put his head back. She smiled around the shaft and started moving her lips from bottom to.