"As do I. You seemed daring in class and still a little wild today, so I 'dare' you to slide your finger inside you here and now then share your fragr...nce with me."With widely bulging eyes, she furtively scanned the diner. "Right! You're serious? Even if I considered doing that, we're next to the window and there are no tablecloths to hide me from anyone in here. Though I AM feeling daring and, ummmm, moist. Hmm, move to my side of the table." You naughty girl! How do you say that en Francais?. “I’m sorry” she said quietly, almost too quiet to hear, and then she carried on “you don’t have to be here; you can go back to the party if you like”.Truth was, it was nicer being with Beth. She was the only sensible girl. She was the only girl I could actually laugh and joke and talk to. I liked talking to Beth.“No, here is nice.” I muttered. Beth sighed and I could feel the tension dissipating. We looked out over the lake. It was a warm night, not as much moonlight as would be nice, but still. One of the regulars down at the little dinner where Chantal worked said he was a scout for a large resort in the Caribbean. His name was Mr. Logan. He took a liking to Chantal almost immediately. He was black and Tom found out he was only working in the area temporary to scout out new help for this resort. Tom and Chantal setup a meeting with Mr. Logan one evening and he gave his dog and pony show about this resort. He brought out photos and information on the resort. All Tom knew was that it. He bought my pitiful excuse and sent me on my way admonishing me to be careful.Upon arriving at home, I headed for my bedroom, but as I passing my son’s room, I heard unmistakable sounds. Someone in that room was getting fucked. Then I heard a guttural sound that was my son, Josh Jr. No doubt he had just had an orgasm. The door was slightly ajar and I pushed it little further open and peered in.What I saw was breathtaking. Josh was withdrawing his huge cock from his girlfriend Kelly. My late.