”“What about our date?” Betsy asked.“What about it?”“Is it still on?”Chuck snorted and replied, “Even a volcanic eruption won’t stop...me from showing up at your door at seven tonight, with flowers and chocolates in hand. If necessary, I’ll bring a bag of marshmallows and we’ll roast them over the volcano.”“That sounds romantic,” Betsy said with a laugh.“How about we do that? You know, have a fire on the beach and roast marshmallows after dinner?”“Now that really sounds romantic,” Betsy. Her initial hesitation forgotten, Jenny flung her head back and began working her own tits, milking them and rotating her ass. I held her with an arm across her tanned midriff while I tried and failed to snake a hand into the waistband of her shorts. My mind suddenly flashed on a bizarre vision of me impaling Jenny’s sweet ass with a hard cock, and the imagined sensation left me on the ragged edge of orgasm before my mind processed the non sequitur and took me out of it. ‘Give her another. Jones, it is good to meet you as well." We shook hands and then he led me around the vehicle. He showed me the winch and the lights and then we got down on the ground and he showed me the lift kit, and several other items under the jeep. It was all very impressive."I never knew how much the Wrangler had changed since I was a kid. Thank you for showing me this. Though I do have one question, how do you use the winch and the lights?" Oh that is easy. Let me show you." We got up from the ground. It wasn't there this morning before I left forclass, I pick it up, and it's a glass bottle with some sort of pinkliquid inside. The label is faded, but the seal is still locked must bepink lemonade that I must have found last night or this morning and putit on the counter.Well it feels cold, so I twist the cap off and take a sip. Wow...it's sosweet, and I am not sure I have had a drink that tasted this good. Istart walking towards the bathroom, chugging the rest of it down as Iput the empty.