With several conveniently placed rocks for hikers to sit and rest upon before starting on the winding path back up to higher ground.“This looks like...a good place to wait for the others,” Bridget declared taking a seat on one of the rocks. It was hard to walk as slow as Sam’s aunt and uncle, but Bridget was at least trying not to out pace her parents too much.Scanning the pathway ahead Sam saw that it wound up the side of the hill in a promising way.”Yeah. I’m ... um ... I’m going to scout. Jeremy just arrived and needs to catch his breath,” she said.Mary turned and looked at her.“I was just being friendly Marge,” she pouted.Mary picked up her champagne glass, leaned forward and whispered hotly in my ear, “I can suck a whole banana out of the peel in one piece”She leaned back to see my expression.She swung around and provocatively swinging her ass walked away. A distinguished man who looked like he could be a judge slapped her ass. She swung around and dropped in his lap. She. “If there was a flower smelled like that I’d plant a fucking garden.” He shoved her panties in his back pocket, then loosened his belt and pushed his pants below his hips. He stroked himself a moment or two, casting a couple of darting glances at the street, but mainly looking at her. His eyes were admiring, but perhaps more curious than anything else. He wasn’t looking at the Ileana Barron everyone saw on television or all over the social media pages. Nor was he looking at the arcane, craven. ‘You leave after lunch. We can’t just walk out together. Pack some things and leave your car at my house. While I’m waiting for you I’ll buy some sandwiches and drinks to eat on the way. If we can leave by two, we’ll be there before seven.’ Marge nodded affirmatively. It would work out. When Paul left early Marge usually did, too. It was ‘comp time’ for all the late nights and Saturdays that she put in. ‘Have a nice weekend, Marge.’ Paul called out for the benefit of any interested party as he.