” said Fern.I raised my head up to see just how exposed I was and I noticed the other two younger girls had been watching the whole time from just y...rds away. While I was looking around I noticed the beach wasn’t as crowded as before probably due to the storm clouds approaching from the sea. Time to pack up and go.We got home just as the rain started to fall. We were supposed to be spending the day at the beach but had only been there two hours. As Tom was still away and would be for about six. He was not supposed to touch her, by God, shecould be his mother. He was not supposed to put his hand on her. He was notsupposed to have his hand on her. He should have removed it. "Jeremy, what do you want?" Instead of answering her question, his smile widened as he moved his handdown her back. Sliding it down her ass made him chuckle smugly. "I like the way you play this game, Ms. Evans. You're a real actress." The rage. This is what she should have felt. "What do you think you're doing?" Her. During the intermission, we were served champagne. It seems as we were seated in first class as only a few tables were accorded the same privilege.After the intermission, the MC announced the main act. Apparently, we were to see a dancer named Josephine Baker.The music started and on stage pranced a lone dancer. She was for all purposes unclad as what she wore left almost nothing to the imagination. Bare-breasted and wearing just a string of false bananas around her waist she danced a wild. Soon the swimming boys gave up the chase and Angie on her toy raft was out at sea. The little paddle was no match for the wind and the currents and Angie was at the mercy of nature’s peccadilloes.The change in direction of travel started slowly, imperceptibly. The little craft began to move slowly on a flow tide but then an undertow had the dramatic effect of pulling the inflatable this way and that. The sea frothed and foamed and the raft spun and rolled in the breakers. Angie was spun.