"I walked towards the swings. Tracy Otley was on one of them. "Hello,Beverly!" she called. "Come and play on the swings!" I sat on the onebeside hers,...and began to swing backwards and forwards. When I wentforwards, my skirt flew up towards me and showed my knickers."That's a very pretty dress you're wearing," Tracy said. "RosemaryStirling says your mummy makes you wear a pink tutu at ballet lessonsevery week." Rosemary Stirling's got a big gob!" I replied, crossly.Tracy laughed. "Rosemary says. I’ll get my things and get out from this place right now; and believe me; you’ll never see me again. I’m my own man as of right now and I’ll paddle my own canoe without any interference from you.”“And if I want to have sex with other men – which I most certainly do – then that’s my affair and there’s not a thing you can do to stop me. It’s not illegal anymore and I am of age. So you can just fuck off, you stupid, drunken, miserable old fart. I’m done with you forever as of right now; in fact. He looked very horny, younger than me and with a thick 8 inch cock rearing up against his stomach! Well, it turns out that he lived about 4 miles away from me!! I had never spoken to anyone local on the chat before and this guy was really turning me on! As I said , I dont have a cam but I described to him what I looked like, what I was doing etc. He then asked me, to my surprise "give me your address and I will come and give you what you want....just a one-off....no strings attached". I. “I’ve got my own lotion in my handbag.” He knew better than to respond to that. It was wisdom that paid off in the end, because applying lotion to the bare bodies of his girlfriends trumped everything else they did that afternoon. Sun hot in the sky, shining down on white sands and blue waves, giving his girlfriends an erotic, if amateurish massage… the day was ideal. He’d had to limit his exploration to keep within those unspoken boundaries, but it was worth it. So many old songs haunt him,.