It may have been only small, but it looked clear and cool and inviting. Because of the trees and bushes along the sides of our garden, it wasn't reall... overlooked at all either."Great!" said Abi, "I hope Vikki's brought her bikini"."Oh dear", I replied, "I hadn't thought of that. I guess it's too late to remind her now - she should be on her way"."Well, we could try", said Abi, "They might be running a bit late. It's not that long a journey is it".And so Abi had a quick exchange of texts with. “I’m pretty sure he felt that out too,” Ray chimed in.“Yeah, he sure did. But what Art was doing was driving me crazy! I didn’t understand how on earth a guy could be feeling out the crack of my pussy for so long, and not be wanting to stick his fingers up inside me. I mean, I can’t even finger my own pussy, without sticking my fingers up into my ‘big hole.’“The saddest part was that I finally had to stop kissing Art, just so that I could. Mike where the hell are you? I’m sorry Sandy I’m just finishing up he replied. I will be home as fast as I can listen, I don’t feel like going out tonight honey lets just make some popcorn and watch a movie on tv, and hey don’t fuck it up this time extra salt and extra butter on the popcorn ok. And with that mike hung up the phone before giving Sandy any time to respond. Sandy was pissed, all this time getting ready and now they were staying in for the night. She walked into the kitchen opened. I spent the next 3 hours teaching her the in and outs of statistics, while finding out a little more about her. She told me that she had lived in Atlanta all her life, with both her parents and her younger brother and sister. They were a middle-class family, who lived in a nice suburb of Atlanta. She was also a business major, who wanted to open her own clothing store in downtown Atlanta. I told her that up until 2 years ago, I was an only child. That was until my parents divorced 5 years ago,.