As she pulled the slip up her curvy thighs, she said, "Connie has my figure, but is smaller, so this slip will be a bit on the snug side." She said, "...lease sit on the bed while I model for you." She walked slowly around the room, and with each step, stretched the slip in a very provacative way. Her breasts swayed as she moved, and I could see the shadow of her black panty under the slip. "Ahhh...I see you like what you are looking at," she said, "and so do I." I was stroking my erection, and. "Oh my god, Jack! Your tongue feels so good. Oh, Jack, eat my pussy!" she cries, pushing her ass off the bed, trying to make better contact with my tongue.I slide my arms behind her knees, lifting her legs to give me better access to her pussy and to keep her from moving around so much. I finally slip my tongue inside and start lapping up her juices, as I tongue fuck her. I'm sliding my tongue in and out of her pussy and licking all around, pushing against her inside walls. She is soaking wet. This was one big beach house. It’s the kind you see in movies. The portion of the beach behind his house was private and there were lots of people mingling around. There was a food snack table set up that sure wasn’t chips and dip which I was used to. Marty, must have been quite the wealthy man. His guests seemed to be, how do I say it? A little snobby and some were stuck on their self. Others seemed a little more normal. Most of the women were quite sexy and knew it, but most all women in. Maybe I’m just too quiet, and they don’t notice me. Maybe they pity me. Maybe they just think I’m dead, just like they are. Maybe I should just– BANG. Thud. Hmm? BANG. Thud. Something’s out there, fighting their way through the nightmares. I wish them luck, as hopeless as they are. They’ll never get through, no one can. You have to be quiet, you have to be still. You have to give up on the blue skies and armor yourself against the sun. BANG. Thud. Ziiiiiiiiiip. Someone’s opening the tent..