An interesting journey down memory lane. At the very least I could see if the old codger that called himself The Ambassador was still around. Packing ...or the trip took a half hour, the drive an hour. It was still fairly early when I pulled into the drive and paid the daily toll. To get from the parking lot to the beach you have to walk through a tunnel. Yep – still dank as I remembered. New graffiti, though. Coming out of the tunnel, you walk through a small stand of trees and shrubs, then over. The massage ther****t was a hot older guy that I would totally let fuck the hell out of me but it was not a massage-hooker but a business with two massage ther****ts in a little office in a larger town nearby. No dr****g was necessary and the man, even though he repeatedly told me he was straight, kept "accidentally" rubbing my balls or grazing my hole when he rubbed me and I was getting seriously horny.After the massage, I went home and could not get anything done, all I could think about was. She DID like the idea of pissing Marcus off after what he had done. Sure, what the hell. It was the least he deserved. Kelsey nodded, agreeing to Jamie’s plan. The women dried off and put their hair in loose buns, slipping some long tee shirts over their heads. Jamie’s shirt hit just below her ass, barely concealing her intimate areas. Kelsey’s shirt touched down mid thigh, leaving plenty to the imagination. As they were preparing to make their way downstairs, Kelsey opened a dresser drawer,. He never seemed to keep a steady girlfriend and they didn't seem to mind. Clara mentioned this a couple of times to me. I told her that he wasn't the type to settle down or want to get to know a girl. She seemed perplexed about Tom but it didn't get in the way of our relationship.We had gotten to some nice petting and deep kissing. Now we went to the drive-in movie near-by. It was one of the few left in our whole state. Since I didn't have a car, we sat in the back and watched from there. Tom's.