I am sitting on the beach watching for all the pretty young girls and admiring their lithe teen bodies as they walk past giggling. You, however are in...a league of your own, you strut along the beach, posing and outing all the time, flicking your hair, seeking the attention that you desire. You are bare foot, your toes are perfectly manicured and painted Barbie girl pink and you wear a silver ankle chain. Your long tanned legs are orange and also glimmer in the sun from where the salon added. The allotted time came and I had arrived at the coffee house with a ball cap on as agreed upon. One man was sitting on the bench when I arrived about 7:25. He was about my age, 50, and a little heavier than myself, with dark hair and a moustache. He too was wearing a ball cap. I went up and said, "Hi, my names Larry." He smiled and said he was Joe, who I remembered from the email descriptions. Initial contact was made. It was just a couple of minutes before a lady walked up. She was also. "Jean, I would love to take you to the prom."Jean responded by laying back on the seat with her head resting on the door armrest. Frank reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off. He did not have the slightest idea what he should do next, so he decided to kiss her, and then feel her breasts. He did that. Boy, she could kiss. Her breasts were nothing to brag about, but they were a handful.He was very excited. He tried to find her pussy. Tried is the operative word, since he started at. More people were coming in now. He'd have togo back in soon. Bob's little end of the parking lot was already almostfull and soon the cars would be spilling this way.He turned back to Jenny. "Did you ever try to take her here with you?" I tried about three years ago," she said. "They wouldn't give her a visaso she had to stay behind when I went back that trip. I really wanted totake her too. And when my brother got married the next year I decidedwhen I came back from that I would just stay there.