The author strongly suggests that you read the first segment before this one. Decades of habit caused my eyes to open with the first rays of the sun. ...ou were lying next to me, one arm casually draped across my chest. The dawn was just beginning, radiating a red-orange glow, which highlighted your incredible beauty. You had managed to slip out of your swimsuit and into a tee shirt and bikini panties before collapsing into the hammock beside me, and I felt enormously blessed to have this moment. Dry humping on the beach, his cock just so close to penetrating her. He wanted her so badly. He wanted his cock surrounded by her tight pussy squeezing his manhood.Her desire to feel his cock in her hands grew so great. She leaned her head beside his and whispered, "I want your cock in my mouth, baby."He barely managed to speak out, "Oh baby."She began to crawl down his body. Her tits swaying as she kneeled farther and farther away. He watched as she departed, slowly lowering herself on his. Work calls.”“I’m Becky,” I said, pointing at my name tag, itself facing up slightly due to the curve it sat upon.“I’m Robert,” he said, reading my tit for confirmation.“So Pizza Pockets and Pabst for the whole week,” I laughed, my shoulders taking slow turns moving forward and back.“Beer is for a guys’ night later this week. I’m more of a wine guy.”“The wine section is over in that corner,” I pointed helpfully. He broke out in a laugh, then worked hard to stifle it quickly. My face scrunched up. “Okay, we’ll be there. We’ll bring the pies,” I said.“Okay, and we promise to eat them” said Grant. “Oh, and make one of them mince. Okay?”“Well, I hope you’ll share,” said Lance.“And just so you’ll know, Milt and Liz have been invited too. Penelope took care of them,” he said. I nodded.“Good,” I said. “That will be nice.”And then it was the fourth Thursday in November. And then it was dinner time, and there were nine of us counting baby Tina. And the seating. I was seated between my two.