An image flashed in Teresa’s imagination. A picture of her crawling across the beach blanket and pushing Mr. Jackson on his back, his arms stretched...wide. Moving up his body to straddle his waist, she pushed her hand into the top of his speedos and removed his hardening black cock. Stroking it 3 or 4 times, she pulled the crotch of her swimsuit aside and guided him into her depths. She pounded on him rapidly, her cum upon her in mere seconds.Teresa’s imagination had taken her to the edge of a. ” “Yeah, but he quit. And you know what today is?” “Yeah, it’s Saturday,” Charlene responded. “No, Silly, not the day of the week, the DATE!” “It’s …um.. August 20. OH! August 20 th ! That’s the day that new band is supposed to be playing the concert in the park this afternoon. Brass Boots. We were gonna go hear them.” “Bingo,” Elaine said, and went on, “and guess who’s playing pedal steel for them.” “No shit? Tommy?” “Yep. None other. And I happen to know he’s available, because I turned. Sherri was a natural tease and I do not think she even realised it when we first met. At that time in her life, she was very reserved in what she wore, long skirts or trousers and tops that completely hid her breasts from view. Yet she still had the ability to get men hard, with little touches and giggles that gave the impression she was eager to have her pussy massaged.On more than one occasion I saw men slide their hands up her leg, high up her legs onto her firm thighs before she innocently. Also there was Hedi Hessman, and Wild Bill. Hedi wasan attorney at law, and Wild Bill was on the board of directors. Major Jacksonhad brought pizza and wings. He knew of my practice of having drinks at meetingslike this. This was no exception. I had a pony keg of beer in a refrigeratorthat had tap system built in. I also put the mugs and pitchers in there to chillthem down and frost them up. The beer came from the local brewery that I hadstock in.The brewmeister was Nicole's brother. This beer.