I'm spun to have my back pressed harshly against the wall and instantly I see the assailant is Whitey and my surprise swiftly turns to anger. "Whitey ...hat the hell are you doing?!" I cry as I struggle against his grasp on me. He shifts his hands from my arm to my towel before yanking it off. Again I squeal as cold air now caresses my breasts. My nipples form into small peaks as Whitey stares at my naked form. I try to break away, yet he shoves his knee between my leg, pinning me with his tall. It was going to be too late for them to return in daylight, so Gallagher spread the blanket and poncho making them a comfortable bed on top of some cut palm fronds that kept the damp of the night away from their almost naked bodies.Lovey was in a very frisky mood and tickled Gallagher's backside, teasing him about his cock not being able to make a woman really feel like a woman. It was all a line of crap because she knew he was well-hung and would have no difficulty in making her beg for more. " The buttons of the blouse popped open as she pulled at them, finally baring her to the waist. She was proud of her breasts. They weren't large, but she liked the pert, round shape of them; there was just enough to jiggle when she walked. Sometimes she wondered if Jack wished they were larger, although she was sure he would never complain. But he hadn't found much time for her lately, and sex had become too infrequent as the months passed. "He's just working too hard," she told herself as she. " Ma'am, I'm happy you feel that way. Heaven knows I've not been thebest model student," I grinned. "But I really wish I knew where thisconversation was headed." Karen asked me to talk to you. Well Karen and Trudy actually." Am I in some sort of trouble? Or maybe one of my girls?" I asked"No nothing like that. David is talking to Donnie as well." Ok Ma'am, I'll bite. What is it that you want to talk about?" I'm not a Spring Chicken anymore, it's getting more difficult to justbe in the right.