She wasn't desperate. She couldn't deny her desire to return to the chat room, but she wanted to wait. Spying the joint, she sat at the computer and s...pped her water.Oh, what the hell, she thought, picking it up and lighting it. She drew deeply and immediately regretted it, coughing so hard her eyes watered. Once under control, she took several smaller puffs and was able to hold down the smoke as someone had once taught her.Moments after putting out the joint she felt dizzy and went to lie down. Afterwards everybody jumped into the ocean and after a refreshing swim they went to their own places. Todd got a lot of envious looks from guys he passed as he walked back to their spot. He spotted former schoolmates Donald Turner and Harry Palmer, both now sophomores in college. They were both handsome men, Donald, white and Harry, black, but they both avoided Todd’s eyes, as they walked away. ʺWhat happened, ʺ Todd asked his devilishly grinning women but it was Jessica who answered. ʺTodd,. "I'll tell you what," she smiled, "I'll go to the bathroom, last stall.If you want to join me feel free, if aren't interested I'll leave yoube."I watched Camille's ass sway in their leather casing as she walked away.I wondered what her panties looked like underneath, but then had toreconsider, could a woman with a cock find panties built for her?I sat there a minute longer pondering the situation I found myself in;what was I doing here? Glancing around the bar I drank in all the womenaround. It was an old coat that made her look a bit like a tramp, but Emma made a point of never evaluating clothes except on the basis of how much flesh they covered up. She wasn’t the strictest Naturist imaginable. She occasionally trimmed her thick mousey-brown hair, which only grew to half-way down her back, and she regularly washed it. She also took care to wear something on her feet – but strictly of a utilitarian nature. Because it was Spring, these were currently little flat-soled booties with.