"Well, cya.. have a great summer," Said Kim hugging her and them smirked. "Hmm.. you smell funny, were you touching yourself Sandzz?" "Oh shut up," sa...d Sandy. She turned around as if to find a spoon to hide her flush face. "Have a good drive, will call you once I get home." "Sure thing." Said Kim, leaving the room with her luggage. The moment the door closed Sandy removed the pullover slumped on the bean bag. It was indeed too hot and her skin glistened with beads of sweat. She planned on. But she couldn’t concentrate on the afternoon talk shows. Her thoughts kept drifting to the young man out in the yard. She’d seen the way he looked at her. She could tell he thought she was pretty. His look of admiration told her that. Her thoughts about the young man outside the house turned to memories of her late husband. She remembered how it felt to snuggle against Ernie’s bulky body at night, how safe and protected she felt when they were lying like that in bed. She closed her eyes. She. None of her friends were engaged yet. Soon she’d be married and she and Yves would have their own home. Perhaps an apartment over the beach. And then Yves would work for his father. Or even go into politics. Rose-Marie pulled herself up onto her toes, pressing her bosom against Yves’, and then sliding down so that his erect penis, brought to life by the drugs, could slip into her vagina. She smiled at Celine, who was stroking Jacques’ penis, proud to show her how very close she was to Yves. And. Beverly wouldn’t let him stop fucking her. She would suck him and then fuck him. He finally knew what it was like to have the shoe on the other foot. He couldn’t wait to get rid of her.Sunday was not any different. He woke up with his cock in her pussy. She was on top of him fucking away. Before he could pull out onto the highway she made him fuck her in the backseat of his car.Then when he tried to drop her off she made him go inside and fuck her in her own bed.On his way out the door Beverly.