Maricar comes up to me and whispers, that besides me, he is the safest man to talk with. He absolutely does not come on and does not flirt. He is like...you Lawrence, he has enough already!I am busy greeting my friends, and staying busy making sure that everyone has something to drink. Slowly as the group has gathered, the men congregate in a couple of groups and the women in one very large group. Of the 26 who actually come, nine are men and seventeen are women. The women are on the lanai. The. After she would leave, the next time we talked she wanted to know what they had to say. She would play with her pussy on the phone as I would tell her what they said and what they would like to do to her.Each year in July she would fly into Key West with her brother and his wife for a 4 or 5 day vacation. Her brother and sister-in-law were very nice people but a typical married couple who had been together over 25 years. They weren’t prudes at all but Mona could not be her true slut in front of. " With a low rumbling chuckle, Jack asks me, "Where are you?" and the light bulb went on in my blond brain. He wanted to have phone sex with me. I thought I'd play along and see what we could come "up" with. "I'm in bed." "Hmmm, what are you wearing?" I giggled, "Really Jack, is that a standard question--what are you wearing--what does it matter?" "I don't know, I want a visual in my mind." "Oh god, I wish I could tell you I am in a slinky nightgown, but I'm not." I was in an old cotton. A. for a weekend. We had no money to get a room and decided to just have all the sex we could find and then head home. We ended up dropping acid and hanging out at Santa Monica beach, where we laughed our asses off and even imagined Yoko Ono rising up out of the ocean waves like the Kraken from that mythological movie. We had this Yoko Ono thing going on and used to plot to find her and hang out with her. It was so hilarious and we were so juvenile. We ended up finding a major cruising area.