“Hiya!” “Hey, I’ve got some news.” “Oh… tell me, tell me!” “It’s not that exciting. I’m not sure. It’s the letter.” “T...e letter? Oh the letter!” “Yes, I went to see my friend George, who owns the Italian restaurant I frequent.” “Oh, well it is in Italian.” “Well I did think of Google but I didn’t want to take anything for granted and I couldn’t make out every word.” “No, good thinking, Cindy. So what’s it say?” “Okay, are you ready… ‘Dear Mr Lawrence, I am indebted to you for your. ”“Okay,” I answer and walk over to a tree as thick as my arms are when stretched. I hunker down on the ground feeling leaves burrow into the legs of my swim trunks and try to fish them out. Ahead of me, Roger paces looking for a place to do his business.Watching him, I cross my legs when I feel a sudden sensation build below my waist. Instinctively, my hand covers over my crotch, and three of my fingers slowly start to fondle my half-erect penis beneath the fabric. Roger finally picks a. Nick pulled back and then slammed back in again, even deeper this time. Tessa couldn't breath. She was gagging. Tears were spilling from her eyes. She clawed at Nicks legs with her hands but she couldn't stop him. Dan was pulling at her breasts, rubbing himself against her back.Tessa bit down! Nick shouted out and pulled himself from her mouth. Dan jumped back. Tessa inhaled sharply. With his hand open Nick smacked Tessa across the face. He raised his arm again and brought it down harder again. .." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well tonight at the club, a guy that I dance with was there. That's why I didn't want you to go." "Well Trish I know you dance with other guys when your friends go out, so it's not a big deal." "No you don't understand. I've done more than just dance with him..." " Oh you mean?" "Yes. We've gone out before, and you know... And I have a confession... When you were getting us drinks, I danced with him and let my tits bounce out to get him turned on. It worked and.