’ ‘I’m a baker… a manager at a bakery,’ he growled, in between pants and gasps and heaves and pushes. Jennifer began rowing. ‘Mmm, so as a...baker, what do you think of my buns?’ she said, without turning to face them. Anthony and his mate stopped what they were doing. ‘What was that you said?’ Anthony asked, trying to quieten his breathing so he could be sure of what he heard. His mate was doing the same and was leaning so far over on his rower it looked as if he might fall out at any moment. . “That would be great!”Roman nods. “Hop on and let’s go.”Lucy hops on behind him and Roman starts up the bike, peeling off and kicking up sand. The woman grips him tightly, the effect that he was hoping for. And in less than ten minutes they are pulling up to a large building overlooking the river. Roman pulls up the driveway and parks right next to the front door.“Wow, Roman.” Lucy turns to look at the view and sighs loudly. “And I though the view of the beach was nice.”“Yeah, there’s the. " We took turns swiving him." But then his wife caught on," the other girl said as her hand strayed down between my legs."Then it was the miller, wasn' it?" Ann said, holding my paw to her bulging bosom."Oh, we went through a lot of hands, a lot of men before we got down here to Philadelphia." The girl found what she had been looking for and began squeezing and stroking. "He's awful big," she leaned across my chest and whispered to her sister.Another hand joined the first, and I had to push. How can we ever repay you?", Betsy breathed in my ear. She was riding in the back seat behind me, because Marcie took up the whole passenger side of the front seat so she could give me a few cheap thrills on the way to the mall. Scratch that. Nothing was going to be cheap about this trip, but it was certain to be thrilling. In fact, if Marcie didn't put her skirt down and sit up, we stood a very good chance of my being thrilled into a ditch."Put your skirt down and sit up, Marcie. A man can.