I couldn't get them out of my mind. The answers ran everywhere from Sandy planning a surprise party for me, though I couldn't figure out why, to her h...aving a full blown affair. The word blown went through my head endlessly, and that didn't help a bit.One reason it was so bothersome was how randy I was. We hadn't had sex in a bunch of days and I was used to getting my rocks off at least every other day.I needn't have worried about the alarm. The moment Sandy slid out of bed I was awake. It took. "Time to turn over," Jane said, "we do want to tan all over remember. Here, let my rub lotion into your back." Jane's legs were straddling mine, her soft smooth skin felt so good next to my firm thighs. Her hands moving slowly up and down my back, gently rubbing the lotion into my skin. I couldn't help but moan with delight at her touch as she gently kissed my neck. "My turn now," she whispered into my ear. She moved back to her lounger and lay down, this time I straddled her legs, my cock. You just enjoy yourself," he said. Changing the pace she had set, Mason took it slowly and at what seemed random times he sped up only to slow down a moment later. Keeping Mikki at the brink of orgasmic bliss for what seemed like ages. "Please, let me cum," she begged. "Since, you said please," he grinned down at her as he quickened the pace again. With each thrust she loudly moaned, coming closer and closer to a climax. "Mason. I'm cumming!" she moaned. "So am I!" he responded as they. Bell interrupted. "Honey. Are you talking about Sherrie Mesicowski?" Mr. Bell gave her a look, "Yes. Do you know her?" Oh, Sweetie. That woman is as mean as a snake. All of us girls at the club avoid her like the plague. She has a reputation of going crazy whenever she thinks someone is talking to her boyfriend. Some of the girls have been verbally abused by her because her boyfriend said, 'excuse me, ' as they brushed past each other on the way to the restroom."Brian, if Sherrie thought Beth.