"I nodded in understanding. She motioned me to come closer. I was about four feet away from her.She met my eyes and said huskily, "Watch me. Watch me ...um."I watched her for about three minutes as her hands roamed all over her body. I so wanted to just jump on her and feel my own hands as they moved across her silky softness. Finally, she pushed a finger deep inside of her pussy and moved it around. As she slowly pulled it out, it was glistening with her juices. She motioned me over and asked,. We flew here in Jimmy's airplane." I got my hand shaken by Clarence. He was a big man, with rough, strong hands. He had the same color of red hair as Diane, and he must have weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds. I didn't see much fat on him either. Florence was content to hold herself back on the porch and give me a little wave of greeting. She was built more like Diane, tall and thin. Her hair was a faded out very light brown, sort of a mousy brown color I'd call it. If anything, she had. This was in the mid-seventies, before the LBGTQ movement was as strong as it is today. Tony and his friends were obviously gay. His friends were extremely gay. They were also a lot of fun to hang out with. After a while, after many stories and a bottle or two of wine, Tony’s friends left.I had not seen Tony for several years and we had a lot of catching up to do. He told me about moving to Irvine, California for his graduate studies and, there under the influence of the ocean and being away. I wasn't quite there yet. Physically, she was perfection. But she was 17 and a high school senior. She would have the opportunity to meet guys all year long and even if she did decide to go to my school she would probably meet someone else closer to her age. Of course I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Perhaps we could use our picnic to get to know each other better. Sure, she was a friend of the family growing up but I hadn't had more than a conversation in passing with her in.