He said, “Jar, why don’t you move your stuff over where Mason and Anna are sitting? My stuff is there and there’s room for you.” I smiled and ...odded. There wasn’t much to carry but he helped.We lay in the sun and the four of us talked. Jam was easy to talk to and Anna seemed to like him. It quickly, to me, became time for lunch. Lunch was a cookout with hamburgers, Cole slaw, potato salad, and pickles. The food was great. The four of us were joined by Roger and Angela and then by Mo and a young. I could feel how wet Fi was and also hear her squelch everytime I pushed in. I reached up and started playing with her breasts. With that all of a sudden Fi announced she was cumming and squirted over my cock. I felt her cum run down my shaft and into my thighs. Fi collapsed on top of me. So I pulled her close and just started fucking her as hard as I could. I kissed her and tasted her tongue. Her tongue tasted as sweet as her pussy.I grabbed her breasts and tweaked both nipples. As I did I. He smiled at the thought. Shower over, he returned to the bedroom drying himself with soft white towels. Sitting on the edge of the bed again he looked at his phone. 2 messages from her. He opened the first. “Hurry” it said, and attached was a photoof her kneeling, naked,on a blanket,in a field, hands clasped behind her, long red hair flowing over her shoulders, tickling her clearly erect nipples. He stared at it unblinking for 14 seconds. He opened the second message.“We’ve been waiting for. . hmmm, a little more cultured. Not just accent, but maybe ... old money, I'd guess. He's used to being rich. Didn't Diana say that he used to own this fabulous building? He would have to be rich, then.The food all passed around, she ate a few bites, listening to the conversations going on about her, then took a sip of her iced tea. Sweet, with a sharp bite of lemon. Southern drink, she mused. But why haven't I tried it like that. It's good."Crushed ice," Diana said. "We serve it with crushed.