Reassured, you lock your eyes back on the two writhing men as you run your fingers along the edge of your thigh and your panties. You feel a chill run...through your body, but the shiver only makes you feel hotter. You glide your fingers over the edge and then more and more of the fabric honing in on your clit. And on the next drag, when your fingers make contact with your pleasure center, your cheeks start to burn. These men are at fault for their public display, but what you are doing is worse.. Inside the bar was a little dull, I ordered Guinness and stepped out onto the patio. It was a beautiful night, perfect for sitting outside. Most of the tables were taken, so I struck up a conversation with a couple that were sitting off to the side. Their names were Mike and Dianna, an attractive married couple in good shape, white and probably in their early 40's. They invited me to grab a seat and hang out, so I did. He looked a bit like a biker, shaved hear with a goatee. He was. "Andy is not going to drop you for an eighth grader!" You don't understand the culture there," Regan said as the group resumed walking. "Most eighth graders that Andy knows have been screwing for three or four years. Some of them have two kids by eighth grade. That's the sort of people Andy is used to being around. Mom and Dad are doing their best but he's still uncomfortable around them." You're stupid," Ruth said. Unlike her sarcastic voice, she was dead serious this time. "Andy wasn't. Thompson stopped by and chatted a bit longer than you would expect for a proprietor to be just checking on his guests. I thought Carol would bust a gut as she tried to look unconcerned and not start to giggle.Just before noon Carol and I went up to the cabin and brought back sandwiches, a salad and lemonade for lunch to the picnic table. We called the boys over and had a pleasant lunch. We had a few laughs trying to figure out who ended up underwater the most in our dunking contest. We all.