That's really what he had accused me of. I hadn't thought of myself that way, but I did understand how he could. The next afternoon I called Jennifer....Did he say anything about me, about what happened?" First, he would never say anything about what happened between you. He would consider that your business. He doesn't tell tales. Second, even if he slipped, I would never repeat it. I respect him too much to do that. He did make a general comment about you and that I can repeat. He said you were. He actually asked me for one of my amazing back massages, and of course I obliged. I rubbed him for a very long time, working everything painful out, even massaging his legs and arms, fingers and feet.After maybe a half an hour to forty-five minutes we could not wait any longer. We went into fucking mode and started with lots of kissing and fondling, and then he started delicately licking, nipping at and teasing my nipples, building up until he was devouring them. My pussy pulsed in. I told her that on the way down from the deck.The girls were really despondent, having to get into what they now called their ‘ugly clothes’, stashing their new outfits and intimates in a dresser drawer on the boat. I was kind of tired, and I almost let them drive themselves back. Good thing I didn’t, Carlos was at the tent, obviously angry that no one was there.I calmed him down, a little, by thanking him for letting Sarah help me. I gave both the girls a hundred apiece, noticing his eye light. Strange men were leering at her now and the attractive woman was beginning to feel a little apprehensive but she'd rather die than go back inside and talk to that awful Conrad Streeter in front of that drunken crowd. Darla Jean Carston would get her revenge on him if it was the last thing she ever did."Brenda? Brenda Smith!" Darla called to the girl she just noticed walking out of the club. At last, someone to come to her aid. Brenda was in Darla's high school graduation class. They weren't.