By Saturday morning whatever inhibitions any of them brought to the beach house are gone.Rhonda wakes up before Tim and quietly slides out of bed. See...ng her clothing strewn across on the floor, she smiles at Tim's naked body and her pussy tingles as she recalls his eagerness the night before. Not wanting to wear yesterday's clothes, she decides to slip into her bedroom for clean ones. Stepping naked into the hallway she moves silently toward her and Paul's bedroom when movement in the living. Though I liked them all and enjoyed their company and good-natured joking and flirting, my first thought was for John. My boyfriend. Well, not my boyfriend anymore. Not for a month or so. I didn’t know if he was working today—hadn’t seen him at all in a few weeks. His visits to the Shamrock always clued me in to the shift he was working. The plant was on a swing shift rotation, so it was always different. However, John had been avoiding the place lately, at least while I’d been there. My heart. "That doesn't mean he didn't do it," she countered. "Don't you ever gettired of helping these animals escape justice?" Justice isn't the only issue," I pontificated. "What is important isthe law. How can there be justice without law? The burden of proof isalways on the prosecution. The defendant is always entitled to the bestdefense-" That money can buy!" she finished for me."No, that's not it at all." Quit deluding yourself," she practically sobbed. "You used to haveideals. You wanted to make. I sucked on one while I played with the other and he was absolutely loving it. I was having a lot of fun, but I could tell from his moans that he was close to cumming so I figured that I had better stop. Reluctantly I pulled up from his chest and kissed him quickly on the lips. I leaned back and smiled at him as I grabbed his shorts and pulled them off. He was wearing boxer briefs and I could see his bulge trying to break through. I kissed the tip of his covered dick and his waist right.