She was mystified when he downloaded the files and he explained that he had a wireless connection.Mandy had joined them, in a pair of lose jeans, and ...bjected to the statement. "We don't have a wireless internet connection." Well, I do at my place," Bill asserted."Fine, but that's not here," Mandy retorted.Bill looked at Susan and smiled. "I see what you mean about challenging," he said.It earned him a genuine smile back and Susan gave one of those 'I told you so' shrugs.Mandy looked between. Burns smiled. “You’re so, so beautiful,” he said. “I want to see more.” He put his hands just above her hips and started lifting the shirt over her head. Sam let him. Her breasts were average as far as she could tell, and it was just an ordinary bra.“Mmmm,” he said, tracing his fingers over the cloth. “I’d love to see them for real.”Sam shrugged, and his fingers went behind her back, and then the bra fell away. She had some impulse to feel embarrassed and worried, but the look of adoration on. As she sat up, I can’t help but to catch a glimpse of her supple breasts before she can completely cover them. She notices, but says nothing as she lays back down, telling me to continue. I do just that, pouring more oil onto her back. As I massage it in, I let my mind drift off, watching her soft skin glistening with the fading light of sun. I direct my attention to her lower back, firmly caressing her magnificent body. She moans softly, seemingly indicating that she wants me to stay in that. Come on in! * * * The invitation to cocktails on Friday, May 28, was both a surprise and welcome. It just showed up on my doorstep as I was loading my Jeep and preparing to vacate the cottage I had occupied for over eight months. It would be a nice way to end my stay at the beach and perhaps meet some of the summer residents who were arriving for the start of the Memorial Day weekend. The word cocktails always made me smile inside, and I wondered if Id wind up the evening with cock in my tail..