I wasn’t sure if her remark meant I should try the leather, her bare ass, or her pussy. Maybe all three, I figured. My stiff cock was really uncomfo...table; I really shouldn’t have worn the jock-strap. I was seriously considering taking both my shorts and jock-strap off, and assailing Morgan’s tits and pussy as she drove. Doubtless she would lose control of the car and we’d both die, but what the hell! But then we arrived at the beach. It was out in the middle of nowhere. Due to it being a. My eyes slowly traveled over the shapely calves to long, muscular thighs. Perhaps for too long, my eyes hesitated where thighs widened into hips covered by brown shorts. Continuing past the narrow waist, I lingered on the swelling under her bright green halter. I finished my visual journey staring into twinkling, big, brown eyes over a grin bordered by dimples."Hello, Jack." Hi, Beth. Join me. Please."Gracefully, she knelt and leaned forward to be kissed. She always did that, offering a cheek. “What did Ivan say?” I pulled back and asked.“Oh, don’t worry, little Katja, he just told me to be a good hostess. Do you think I’m being a good hostess?” And she smiled down at me.I let the question hang there, then threw myself forward and answered her with a clumsy, but passionate, kiss.She walked me back into the living room, then pushed my dress down from my waist, catching my thong along the way, depositing them on the floor. I stepped out of them.“Now, you do me, dear,” she said and. .." he paused, trying to determine if his next words would hurt her feelings, then went ahead. "The purpose of those clubs is to make horny guys feel a little better about themselves. And make some bread besides. I don't mind that, in fact it's a good thing really. It's just that I don't need it. I find my, err, relationships in other places." Like King Neptune's?" Abby asked, eyes sparkling."Yeah, like King Neptune's, teaching a sweet young thing how to play a silly game. But since you brought.