”“No way,” said John doggedly. “I’ll not go if I’m not invited.”The group knew better than to argue, shrugged and the conversation turne... to other things.John did the usual Saturday chores: shopping for food for the rest of the week, cleaning his car (he never used a car wash, not trusting them to do the job thoroughly enough for him), and doing his washing and minimum ironing.In the evening he phoned his parents, to be told they were leaving next weekend for their extended tour of Europe, and,. “Yeah, her date was gone for maybe five minutes and she was dancing with me. Half an hour later we’re getting a hotel room and I’m tapping that ass,” thick remarks and they both laugh. Wonderful, left me at the dance to fuck someone else, thanks Syd. I get to lunch and find myself sitting outside looking at the loss of a deposit on the tuxedo and new cell phone costs when Sydney finds me and slowly makes her way over. “Where the hell did you go on Saturday,” she asks and my face answers when I. The black man who had enjoyed her so much came up to me and shook my hand. He told me that he didn't understand why anyone would do what I just did. But she was one hot piece of ass and he sure hoped that I'd bring her back.It had been interesting. But I had too many other plans and only a week to get everything done. So it was unlikely that I'd be coming back. I just smiled at him and told him that she wasn't in town for long and we probably wouldn't be coming back.He smiled, shrugged and. “Of course I can” and she dove into the water toward me. I was chest deep and I felt her hands grasp my trunk top and pull herself up. Her head and shoulder were the only part above water and her hands were now on my shoulders.“It’s too cold for swimming I want to go back, please.” She looked in my eyes with such sweetness I would have done anything she asked.“Okay” , and I started to move toward the beach and then as I passed her she jumped up on my back for a ride in. Her legs were.