I could see she was looking around checking my Christmas ornaments on my house.I turned the knob to my front door and pulled it open. She turned. "Hi,...I live in the neighborhood. I was going door to door selling Girl Scout Cookies. I am a Girl Scout Leader for Troop 44. We are raising funds to help the needed after Christmas and such." she said. I caught most of what she was saying but I was spending more rime checking her out. She was tall on her 4 inch green high heels. She had a smudge on. I had to stick around and talk to all of the endowment folks and the Rivermeadows management. I gave notes to our music director, who, miraculously found a much more competent bass player at the last minute. I was among the last to leave Rivermeadow when Christy texted me. “We’re at Tony’s. We’re sitting on the left side.”She said “we’re.” Cool, cool.It was easy to spot Christy, since she hadn’t washed off her stage makeup and looked a bit, well, out-of-place with such drastic drawn-on. His face twisted from shock mixed with excitement. As we moaned together, I wondered what Ava was doing in the back of the bus. Her fingers were probably hastily dipping into her hot pussy at the harsh slapping of my balls against Dane’s soft ass. Dane’s cock grew hard and stood up as the rough pounding continued. My heart raced as Dane’s long arms wrapped around me, burying my swollen cock deeper into his hot, wet tunnel. “Oh, my God!” Dane shouted, watching my cock in awe as it disappeared. The rest of the afternoon was a mix of reading, swimming, playing beach volleyball and simply lying on the beach watching the sun slowly go down.The last game of volleyball was without me and dan, we decided to have one last quick swim and then lay down to dry off in the last bit of sunshine for the day. I watched the others hammering the ball over the net all chasing the ball best they could. In Mellisa's case her small muscular breasts did not move the slightest as she stretched her strong.