I turned around to look at him, his eyes closed and I let my hands wander. His eyes open in disbelief. "No" he whispered but I didn't stop. I let my h...nd run across his manhood, a first time, then a second time, each time noticing he was bigger. Being tipsy, I was risky and moved closer and began kissing him. At first he seemed taken back but then gave in. His kiss was slow and soft which made for an intoxicating mix with his hard body. We began kissing and I could feel he was aroused. He told. Dammit, she had to be a member of the Blue Shirt Gang. I walked in among the trees far enough so that I could not be seen by the woman in her car. That was when I turned again and moved as fast as I could toward where her car was parked. There was another natural bridge up there, and that was probably the route she was going to follow to enter the wet-lands.That blue shirt really stood out among all of the browns, grays, and greens of the plants in the wet-lands, so she was easy to spot as she. She smoothed out her clothes and got to her feet as I came in. I smiled warmly at her, and I’m sure she could immediately tell I wasn't exactly sober. "Hey, Anna-Brooks! I took an Uber back home. Got a little carried away at the bar..." I told her sheepishly. "You're an adult, Mr. Mike. You can do what you want, especially on a Saturday night. " She looked me in the eye as she said it – was she also doing a bit of testing? "How was she?" I asked, making my way to the kitchen. Anna-Brooks told. She was tall (again about 5’7), with long, flowing black hair that when let down reached all the way down to her ass. Finally was Brianna, a girl that initially reminded me of a classic southern belle gone urban. Brianna is thick in all the right places, with a shapely ass, a set of perky C cups, an ass the size of Texas and still weighed no more than 130lbs. Anyway, here’s the story. I was working as a grill cook at this restaurant, and occasionally I would hang out with one or another of.