" As Dan sat next to her they ate and talked about each item on the list and he finally agreed to buying about thirty dollars worth of candy."Oh sir, ...hat is really going to boost my sales nicely," she quipped. While saying this she clapped her hands together in a silly manner and managed to somehow knock over her beer and spill it on her top. "Oh no, look at my shirt now," she feigned tears. Her blouse had now become transparent, though, and her nipples were showing through hard from the cold. It didn't hurt so much. More the throbbing ache of an old injury. Not enough pain to prevent me from eventually drifting off to sleep.The next morning I awoke to brightness and broil. I'd forgotten to close the window and the blinds and the morning desert sun was searing in the room. I stumbled up and closed them, but the damage had been done. I was awake, and the oven was too hellish to permit sleep. The swamp cooler helped some, but it was monsoon season and it wouldn't help for long. I. You're not going to fuck me Bud. Do you hear me? This is as far as you go. And if you ever show anybody any copies of these pictures, trust me, I will fucking hunt you down like a dog and kill you." As she was saying all of this, she was squeezing his balls harder and harder."No please! Ok Ms. Darcy, you win."She let him go. He fell to his knees gently massaging his balls. Marcy stood there in front of him smiling. Before she had a chance to leave Bud used the little strength he had left to ask. After swimming for awhile, I suggested we get dressed and find a good restaurant for dinner. Kate got out of the pool and she looked beautiful, so I told her that. She stopped, turned around and thanked me. Kate said it’s been a long time since anyone gave her a compliment. She said her ex husband’s idea of a compliment was telling her how good she looked with his dick in her mouth. My first thought was to agree, but common sense said to keep that to myself. I asked Kate to move her things.