He moved up and down my back and shoulders and started down the sides. I asked if it would be better to remove my bra in case he got oil on it an he s...id yes so I slipped it out from under me and threw it on the chair. His hands then strayed a bit further down my side and I felt him massage the side of my breasts. He worked down my back and finished off on my buttocks again. This time his fingers rubbed against my anus and slid down between the lips of my vagina. I got a bit tight and he. ”“I have, the look on your face is classic. I suspect you didn't even know I owned jeans did you?”“I didn't think about it but your so different. I like the more informal Jennifer.”“Getting fucked by someone you have fancied for years does a lot for your mood.”“What you and Quentin, bloody hell.”“Yes. I hope that Quentin's right and it doesn't upset your mother. By the way I have gone further than that thanks to Sonya and Karen.”They were spared further revelations by the van arriving. After. The sun was deliciously warm, the breeze comfortably wafting her mane.The boardwalk wasn't crowded; there were just enough admiring peoplemoving about to make it feel like the right place to be at the righttime. A group of deck chairs with a view of the ocean provided them withtheir destination. The five of them hadn't finished sitting down before avery eager-to-please young gentleman showed up to take their order.Margaritas all around.She looked at the beach, the boardwalk, her friends, her. I asked, "So, how much does it pay for you to go around the neighborhood handing out those advertisements?" They pay us $25 a day and tell us that if we don't hand out all the ads they'll find out and not pay us."I could see a guy walking down the other side of the street with the same type paper-carrier sack slung over his head. He looked like a Chicano too. I wondered if they were related. I don't know why I did it but I felt I had to my next ask my question quickly before this guy.