Despite his nerves and thefact there was a possibility that he may back out, she felt that he wasstill going to come through. She just had to be caref...l for a little bitlonger.'Go on Gerry'Gerry rather sheepishly explained that although he was seriously temptedto take up the PA duties, he was concerned that if his girlfriend foundout he was seeing another woman behind her back it would cause her agreat deal of distress, and no matter how much he wanted to experiencemore of the previous evening,. I packed my suitcase and waited for my chauffeur, Vern, the ex-carnie, to bring me to my first day of work. Vern was the guy who persuaded my parents to let me go in this trek. I don’t know what Vern really did for a living, but I don’t think it was ever anything spectacular; mainly because of the nick-name my uncle used for him. Vern was a.k.a. “The Beanbag”. Say no more!It was late Friday night when we reached Buzzards Bay; only one hour left before the carnival closed for the day. I was. She removed her foot from my diamond hard erection. She stood up in her bare feet and eased her panties down past those incredible voluptuous thighs and stepped out of them. She tossed them aside. For a moment I wanted to run over and pick them up and savor the scent, but I was soon presented with the real thing before my eyes. I sat there in a trance barely able to believe my good fortune. Helene hiked up her skirt and spread her legs presenting me with a view so heavenly I would have thought. Charles and I threw our arms around each other and embraced tightly unwilling to let go. Our hearts beating fast against our chests. I felt his warm lips kiss my left earlobe then run down my neck to the valley between my heaving breasts. I was wearing a light pink summer dress that was above the knee with short sleeves. It had buttons right down the middle. All around us were big thick sycamore trees and Spanish moss. A few feet away from us a large black and white heron flew down on top of.