The meal reminded me of my high school lunches. That in turn reminded me of Jo Jo. I hadn’t decided to call her but since I had her on my mind, I wa... obviously working my way toward it. I took a couple of days off after I delivered the scooter.It was Friday morning when I thought of Jo Jo Wall again. I struggled with the decision to ask her out most of the day. I finally gave in at 6PM.“Hello Jo Jo, I know it’s last minute and you probably have other plans but would you like to have lunch with. A cooler guy might have gone over and tried to cut-in. But I am socially retarded, hence my little virginity problem. So I just stood there staring at her.I believe that women are equipped with some sort of special antenna that tells them when they are being scanned. She was in the middle of putting her arms over her head and grinding her pussy on her date. It was like she had lifted the move out of a “Step Up” movie. The date looked blissful to say the least.Anyhow, she glanced up alert, like. No damage done.”She smiled. “That’s okay then.” And immediately she chuckled, a deep throaty, sexy sound. “I must say,” she said, “you gave a good impression of a falling-down drunk. Here, use my towel to clean off the sand.”Carl smiled back but shook his head. “It’s okay. I’m just going for a quick dip, that’ll wash the sand off. But thanks anyway,” and he walked off, almost with his tail between his legs except, despite the shock of his tumble, it was still somewhat tumescent.She watched him. I remember her telling me how she didn't like complete darkness at night and smiled fondly as she lay in the wake of her TV set. Taylor is sprawled out on her stomach, she had wrestled around for a while, finally uncovering her naked body and laying there for me to enjoy. The curves of her ass illuminated by the electric glow, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders. I watched her for several minutes, her back gently rising and falling. My arousal is overwhelming, looking at her laying.