..mmmm, black lace panties...Kissing her hip and thigh, massaging legs, butt...closing in on her panties...I dive in, smelling panties, her moist puss...y, taking a deep breath as she digs with her fingers into my hair and presses me onto her...Slowly taking down panties, kissing her skin as I expose her...mmmm, sweet, silky, shaved pussy..I'm pulling closer small chair that's here in fitting room, she sits down....spreading her legs...I'm on my knees...licking, kissing, eating that sweet. All three of them were wearing T-shirt’s with nothing down below so his eyes were immediately drawn to their manly packages. And what a display that was! All three had big, beefy balls with average sized uncut cocks that were of such perfection that Phil could feel his saliva start to flow. He tried to look away but damn it, he just could not. The one stud had really sun-bleached blond hair while another had the most amazing red hair that Phil had ever seen and the third dude had jet black hair. Mara was a vivacious and beautiful natural blonde. ("Oh, no," I thought, "not another blonde!") About twenty years younger than I, she was an acupuncturist and a masseuse. We bumped into each other at an outdoor concert on Sunset Beach in Shelter Island one warm summer weekend afternoon. I knew that she looked familiar but I couldn't place her."We met one night at Gail's...you remember that stormy night?" Did I ever! Yes, now I remembered. She was one of Gail and Gina's sybarites. I recalled. We were swaying to the gentle tune of a violin late in the evening. Reverend Long got up on the platform and called for quiet. He began once the noise quieted down."You all know the families here. You respect them and call them friends. The will do anything in their power to help their neighbors. We accept some of their strange ways because of that. I was approached by several of your neighbors when I arrived today, ready to call the squares. A request was made to which I gladly accepted and am.