“I don’t see myself being bothered by that,” she asserted, her lips forming into a coy type of smile.Between the sleep arrangements and Charlene...’s lack of concern over privacy, not to mention their imagining that Charlene was topless under the sheet, Tommy and Blake were both sold on having her accompany them on their weekend outing. “Look, we do want you to go,” Tommy said, “We just want to be sure you have a clear understanding of what you might be in for.”While Tommy was talking, Charlene,. Karen casually introduced then we all piled into the back of the pickup truck and headed for the beach. There were 5 of us that day, Brad, (who was driving) Marcy his girlfriend, Bobby and Karen and myself. I immediately started obsessing that I hadn't brought a boy of my own, not that I knew any boys well enough to have invited any.But after reaching the beach and getting down to the oceans edge and having played around in the water and sunned in the sand for several hours I forgot that I was. We’ll all be happy, then. But hey, even a fantasy needs some factual details though, right? So, here we go again. Let’s do a few of those right now. You know my name. Well, actually, that’s not quite true. Jim Baines? That’s not my real surname, of course. Some of the other names have been altered, too. I don’t want you stalking me, or anyone else involved for that matter. But most of the other factual details? Yeah, they’re true. Some minor geographical and biographical adjustments just to. "'Scuse me, guv, lady!" A hulking youth came round the corner with a pile of empty boxes and dropped them on the ground. He grinned salaciously at Sally, who looked uncomfortable, then he made off to fetch another load."Come on!" Russ dragged her away."I'm coming! There's no need to pull my arm off." She was keeping up with him in a series of leaps which were causing passing drivers to pay insufficient attention to the task in hand. Horns sounded and squeals of tortured rubber echoed around the.