Martinez came to the store to do a little grocery shopping. I was stocking the aisles with merchandise. I was in a bad mood because of the heat and th... sweat pouring down my clothes. Plus, I had to close up that night. On her way out of the store, Mrs. Roberts, the store manager, sent me to check up on the last customer of the day, Ms. Martinez. I searched the humid aisles only to find the older brown skin beauty taking her time getting her things together. I asked Ms. Martinez, “Did you find. In a low whisper, Ruth said: “I know Penny and I have been monopolizing Michael. Are you okay?”“I’m fine. I had a friend come over Thursday night and he took good care of me.”Ruth’s eyebrows went up as she asked the inevitable question, “Who is it, if I may ask?”“He’s a bartender at Bernie’s Pub and Grill. We get together occasionally“I go there every so often. Which one?”“Bob.”Ruth sounded impressed, “The really good looking one that can’t be much older than Mike?”Claire just had to smile and. I had no answer, just shock, shame, and pleasure all at once. I wondered why didn’t he ask me why my cock was shooting white stuff all over the place.Jim dropped his towel on the bench and got under the water with me, I turned away to hide my shame. He grabbed the soap and then something happened I couldn’t understand. He reached around me and started rubbing his hand all over my cock and balls. He ran his fingers over my freshly shaved pubic area. He frightened me, this had never happened, yet. He kisses me on my lips and I pull away. I try to walk away but he holds onto my hands. "Where you going, sexy?" he asks, smiling. "To get a drink," I tell him. "I'll go with you," he says and leads me to the tubs of ice filled with bottles of beers. He pops one open and hands it to me, then pops one for himself. I drink from it greedily, thirsty from all the dancing. I turn around and see Adam staring at me. He starts to walk toward me and I panic, not wanting to talk to him. Halfway.