It was like extracting teeth; I thought my best strategy was to get as many G&T's down her neck as possible to loosen her up. After the third it seeme... to be working, she even laughed at one of my less than clean jokes, I not sure she got the punch line though. I took her home and I kissed her on the cheek and told her I'll pick her up the next night and we have a meal somewhere.I picked her up and she had dressed up a bit, skirt was still too long but at least I could tell that her tits were. He then pulled Chris’ leg over his shoulder and slid his tongue into his ass, eating away with vigor. The sensation of the warm intruder coating his ass nearly drove Chris to orgasm then and there. He took deep breaths and writhed as Ebima moved his tongue in a slow rhythm. Ebima moaned into Chris’ ass, sending a wave of pleasure through the bass of his voice. The sensation drove Chris over the edge, he came over Ebima’s back and on the floor. Ebima stood, grinning. Chris blushed. “Sh-shut. As I kissed him he told me one of the guys from the card school was coming over that morning to check on what equipment he could source for our new playroom in the basement. Daddy and his friends were working on it to get it ready and I’d only been allowed to see it once before they started to pull the place apart. The guys all laughed as I tiptoed around the rubble in my stilettos and short skirt trying not to fall. The evening they all came over and had fun with me was a small reward from. “And always remember the crazy times we had, like that time at the lake,” she concluded. There was a little heart drawn next to her name. Three years after the event, she was remembering us playing in the lake and exploring the mysteries of our young bodies. And she was asking me to always remember it, too. Well, I did. And that became the basis for the story I was about to write.Back to FloridaThe grouper sandwiches that Dual Writer talks about in his Florida Friends series are not the only.