Her pussy and vagina were tingling wetly. Her nipples, hard and erect in her little beach top, felt like hot little pebbles. She could feel her orgasm...building up. When she came she knew she would scream with ecstasy. She knew that soon as she did this the lovely young man would tear her clothes off, and his own. She knew she would then see his cock, the hot, hard length she wanted feel inside her. She had been hotly thinking about since she first had a hot flush about it on the beach a. I pressed the button on the phone and lifted the handset.“Hi, Dante,” I said. “What can I do for you?”“Can we talk?” he said. “Face to face?”That meant it was good. Otherwise he’d be yelling, threatening, or telling me his lawyer was going to call.“Of course. I can meet you anywhere you like.”“Shaw’s Crab House for dinner. 6:00pm tonight. I have reservations.”“I’ll be there,” I said.I got up and went to Julia’s office, waving Dave and Elyse over.“Dante just called. I’m having dinner with him. ."She opened her mouth to cut off Erik's suggestive remark, when suddenly Helen's normally melodious voice resounded throughout the entire cottage with an ear-splitting screech. Christine's blush drained from her face and Erik's head whipped about to stare in the direction of his bedroom door. The two began to speak at the same time."What the fuck?" He shouted."Mon Dieu! Do you think someone is in the house?" She gasped.Erik called over his shoulder as he began to rush from the room."It. Jean Brown lay face down on the beach towel by the swimming pool in her back yard. She released the bows holding her bikini top in place and pulled her brown hair up to let the sun tan her neck.Because of the rock and roll thumping from the radio, she didn't hear the click of the gate lock as two men entered the yard. They stopped to admire her.Jean was thirty-nine and the mother of three, but you'd never know it by looking at her. Her legs were lean and long, her ass high and hard, her waist.