Before not too long I was the only person there. Being an 18 year old boy my mind immediate went to sex. After I looked and confirmed no one was aro...und I pulled my pants down, sat down on a bench, and started to masturbate. After several minutes I heard a cough and turned toward it. It was the baseball coach Mr H. Coach H is in his late 50's. I immediately stopped masturbating and covered myself up. Coach H says out load “There is no need to stop on my account. It looked like fun.” He. I liked a good Polish sausage and a street vendor hot dog with mustard and raw onions. I loved buying food from the Amish in Lancaster County and paying them well for their high quality pies. Culturally, I was more Atlantic City than Las Vegas, that was just how it was.“Damn, that is fucking awesome!” I finally broke the ice, making Heather blush now, even as she played footsie with me under the lunch table.“Yep, my girl ... our girl here, she’s something else,” Paige grinned.“Well, when you. Blake warned her with a wink that the punch was spiked. She found a group of young college-aged k**s to hang out with at the beach. Soon the several trips to the punch bowl started taking an effect. Pot had never interested her, but after the 4th glass of punch, she was toking away. She caught Blake's eye when she was staggering back to the beach obviously drunk."Come on, cupcake, we should be getting home," he said."Oh Daddy, can't we stay for the fireworks?" I think you've had too much. I focused on my legs while I waited for my vision to sharpen more fully. I moved them a little bit. I could start to feel them now. They feltlike legs, but not like I was used to. I felt like I was wearingsomething around my legs that was tight, tight enough that it wastouching my skin everywhere.My eyes slowly focused. I stared at my legs trying to make out everydetail. I wasn't wearing slacks. As they focused it looked like I waswearing black nylon stockings for some reason. I could.