"Oh God!" he gasped, and thrust involuntarily, hitting the back of my throat. It felt great. Yes, I'm a lesbian through and through, but good sex with...a good man isn't so extraordinary. Despite the horrors with Preston and the screws, I had many good memories of sex with men, some of them with this one! I looked up at him, eyes rising over his well-muscled, darkly furred chest, and then his eyes met mine and the memories came flooding back.Suddenly it was as if Sarah was with us. Lovely crazy. Omelets, sausage and buttered toast, never mind the khaki shorts, loud Hawaiian shirts, or socks and sandals. It was spring so they must be full time residents but, summerfolk just the same.It takes a long time and a few winters to become 'local'. Some folks never get there.To a man, the locals were dressed in khaki pants, with pressed creases so sharp you could cut slices in the newspapers they were all reading. Starched button-down off white shirts with breast pocket protectors filled with. I started to stroke my cock. Just as I was getting into it, I could hear them start to move so I stopped. They were moving around, she started moaning, and then I could hear them having sex. I could not help myself and since they were going at it I thought they would not notice me, so I went back to stroking my cock. I blew my load on my stomach at the same time he blew his load into his girlfriend. He immediately rolled over and went back to sleep. It took me longer, but eventually, I fell. "Hey, princess! Right on time!" said Steven. "Let's get to work." heled me to a private booth in the back and called his nail technician."Full mani-pedi. I'll bring the extensions and polish, and have Bethbring the piercing gun." The what?" Honey, it's time you got your ears pierced. You're going out on thetown, and you need to look like a real girl. I have some clip-ons youcan wear, but none that look like this." He showed me a pair of piercedearrings. They were very small pendants,.