I've always fantasized about exhibitionism and my pussy began to react as I wondered about other erections I might be causing. I was quite wet and hor...y by the time we got to downwind side of the island. Nevertheless, I put my T-shirt back on and helped unpack the picnic lunch and lay out the blankets. It occurred to me later that the thin material of the T-shit tightly stretched across my chest likely got to the men as much or more than my earlier nudity.Lunch tasted as good as you might. The usual affair was she would slip into bed straddling me in the 69 position. Being the sport I am I was usually hard and ready for a nice long round of 69. I'll be the first admit I love eating pussy, particularly a small pink and both naturally blond and balding one. It was squeaky clean and she took all the tongue fucking and rimming I could give. I mean I loved it so much all she had to do was stroke and suck my cock for her own amusement. It was that fucking fine. Probably half the time. Louise, Sandy’s Mom, entered the conversation by asking, “So, why have you come to us now? Is something about to happen that we need to know about?”I jumped on that saying, “Louise, we’re currently all in SEVEN BRIDES FOR SEVEN BROTHERS, and we’re also immediately following that being in BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, but an opportunity has come along for Sandy that I want her to have.”“Our director of ‘Brides’ is an actor, choreographer, and director from Broadway, who was in the 1982 Broadway. “Not here?” Marcel asks the question softly but he makes no move to remove them from the busy foyer. Crysta holds herself stiffly, unwilling to plead. There is an ache in the soft hollow between her thighs. Her fingers itch to run through Marcel's glossy, neat hair. She extends a hand, touching his thigh, ignoring the shot of carnal excitement that darts about her body from her hand on his leg. “I think, I should go”Crysta knows the tone of her voice belies her need. Marcel leans in. At first.