The lesson I was learned and would continue to learn is...be aware of your surroundings and who is around. My need to piss cost me a lot...right at th...t time...being fucked and pissed on. But the cost would become much greater for me in the future. These guys held me at a total disadvantage. They knew me, my routine, days I rode, times I rode, and what I looked like. I couldn't identify them if my life depended on it. I never saw their faces. I am guessing one was white and one was black and. Interesting!! “The Mile High Club is not associated with any particular airline,” I say. “You don’t get miles or trips or prizes, and it doesn’t cost anything to join,” I continue coyly.“Well what’s special about joining this club,” Ylena asks as she sips another drink of wine.“Do you two need another glass of wine,” I hear from behind me.I turned my head, and said, “Yes Stephanie, that would be great.”Stephanie left, and Ylena repeated her question.“The Mile High Club..” I start to say, when. Give a slut enough rope and she’ll hang herself, he thought. But all he gave Leila were words of sympathy. He turned it around on Joel and called him an uncaring asshole who never deserved her. This gave Leila little comfort, she defended her husband. But at least Ace was on her side, she could go to him. It didn’t take much to talk Leila into coming over to his place. He called his girlfriend and told her there was a change of plans and he wouldn’t be over to see her until later that evening.. We headed for the beach. Once we got there Carol put a pareo down on a spot of sand and slowly took off her suit. She was the hottest woman there. I took off my suit and lay down next to her. I said, "You need some suntan lotion." Carol rolled over onto her stomach. I rubbed some lotion on my hands. I started at her feet, rubbing slowly up to her calves, taking my time. She was moaning softly when I got to her thighs. Her ass was next. I put more lotion on my hands and started rubbing her ass,.