" Well... Oh God, this is terrible. Some of the girls think that... that you and Lena are... having a relationship... er... a physical one. I'm sorry.... Now Pammy went the colour of beetroot and looked down at the floor. I had to think quickly, there was no real excuse for the noise we had made. It was no surprise that the whispers had started. A half-idea popped in to my head and I blurted it out without thinking. "No need to apologise Pamela. I can see where some people might jump to that. Her T-shirt was so short that we could see the under part of her hanging breasts. She wasn’t very old either, in fact she didn’t look much older than us. She was really pretty and she had nice brown hair in a ponytail hanging down her back to her waist.She kept an eye on us as we grabbed our fishing poles and equipment and then let our bikes fall to the ground. We went downstream a bit but not far enough where we couldn’t keep an eye on her.She sure was a lucky fisherman. She kept catching fish. He opened shop and went through his regular routine of setting up and checking all the necessary things. It was a slow day, too hot for anyone to really come around so Hank had time to glisten up the old propane bombs. Them glistening in the sun was a magical sight for Hank, he couldn't have imagined being somewhere else right now. The bulge in his pants began appearing again. His hands slowly gliding down the gas bomb, of course using the proper technique of rubbign them from up to down. The. It was also occupied. I wanted to slip my hand down and finger her pussy but Barry was already doing that. It was such a turn on. I moved my hand up to where he was feeling her breasts under her one-piece and then move my hand down to feel him playing with her pussy and fingering her.I then sat back and let her play with my cock. She had a lovely rhythm going and I reached across her and felt that she had he same rhythm with both arms … clearly Barry was getting a hand job too.The manager of.