He's one of the best trumpet players I've ever heard. But he doesn't have to act like it!"Sandra laughed. "He must think he's god's gift to the piano,...too." Yeah, you'd think, by the way he was carrying on. Hey Jimmy, why don't you teach the fucking class!" Emily exclaimed."Richard could show him something about playing the piano." Mm hmm. Is he going to eat with us?" Emily asked."Yeah." Cool."There was some silence."Sorry I've been hogging Richard," Sandra said suddenly."Hogging?" Well, at the. I always teased her and said she should go topless at the local nude beach at the Jersey shore she laughed and said yeah right most I would do is sun bath topless. This lunchtime ritual continued through out the summer and she was getting a nice golden brown tan and her big 38DD melons looked better than ever. So she told me that more than once she felt like someone was watching her. I told her it was her imagination, One morning she was running late and forgot her bikini on the counter at home. So hot!After he left, we were tossing around the idea of doing a husband swap thing. Kinda like put your house key in a hat and you got home to whoever you got, but some of the girls didn't want to and some, like me, were single so that didn't work out. (I did like the idea though) After talking some more, and a lot more boos, we came up with a new one that would work for everyone.So the idea was, we'd all put a slutty thing to do on a piece of paper and into an empty mason jar with a price. I made it to the shop outside and texted Becky. I told her where I was and for her to come out and find me. But instead, she texted back, asking why her sisters panties were on her pillow as well as the messy ones of hers. I responded, saying, put them on and get to the fucking shop outside if you want me to fuck you. I sent Becky a pic of my cock, hard and throbbing, pre cum dripping from the tip. But I didn't get a response in text, I got her walking into the shop and going straight to her.