All the while we talked, I was studyin Herrington. I figured he was aboutten years older than me, (fifteen I later learned). He kept himself inshape, ...robably worked out. And I loved how his speedo clung to hisbuttocks and package. I guess he was lookin at me too. After he exhaustedthe car talk, he remarked that my khakis looked uncomfortable in thewater. Why didn't I slip them off. I stammered that I wasn't wearin anybriefs that day. In truth, I didn't own any briefs. Never felt likewearin. I moved closer with a smile. “Hello, Raven. It’s good to know you got away.”She nodded and then waved around. “It seems a lot has changed since you last stopped by my place for advice.”I glanced at the woman and man standing behind Raven. They stood close to her as if they were with her. I nodded. “Yes. Who are your friends?”Raven turned and held out a hand to the woman. “This is Maritza, my cousin from Florida.” Then she nodded at the man. “And this is Ricardo, a friend of the family.”I wasn’t. When I got there I could hear the music and laughter coming from the basement, it sounded like there was a lot more then six people in there. I walked up to the door trembling from fear as I knocked lightly, to my surprise the door flew open quickly and Bruce reached out took hold of my hand and pulled me rapidly through the door. Once in side Bruce called out '...Hey every body, the entertainments here, time to stop fooling around and have some real fun...' Every body turned towards the door,. I loved it. I loved knowing he could graze my clit, finger me, or, unprompted, get down on his knees and start licking me. He does that sometimes, in an elevator, say. Today we sat in the sun, totally exposed but isolated in the park. Now we’re here with all my friends, playing games. But I have to have him back. I’m still wet. And waiting is only making me want it more. I need his touch again - for longer. And rougher. I don’t want to be rude by leaving, but my friends know Joe and I are.