As a mature(ish) man, I was hanging out with a beer, towel and shorts breathing in the smells of a hot day starting to cool down. The sea was calm but... the occasional wave breaking made a nice break from the volleyball going on and the guys kicking a football too. Squads of female flesh were walking up and down the beach, parading and getting interest from everyone - boys checking girls, girls boys and so on.A group of girls - all different ages - but mainly late teens settled just in front of. No doubt about it. His community was much better off – a lot healthier anyway. But, what had he become? A serial rapist? A philanderer? Even if he hadn’t been old and fat, Cheri would never have considered him as a sex partner. He’d used her. Oh, he’d given her some extra skills – skills that would help her find a better job than being a waitress in a café. That much was true. But it didn’t make up for the fact that he’d essentially forced her to have sex with him and then forget about it. It was her friend Patty making sure she still wanted to get together for drinks. She told her yes and hung up the phone. Getting ready for work was a chore and it was hard to concentrate all day. They met up at her favorite place. It was a local dance club/bar. They had cheap drinks and good music. She was telling Patty about her feelings and Patty told her it was the seven year itch. Okay that made sense to her. Just then her eyes drifted across the bar to a guy in the corner. Could it. Sue quickly replied that I would be getting some sort of payment to match the quality of the work I do. I swallowed my heart! And my Cock decided I was back in 9th Grade and harder than it had been in many years! It was like I double dosed on Viagra and I never tried the stuff. As we continued to pour over ideas for the shoot the ladies came over and sat on either side of me with me thinking it was so they could see better, but soon I felt hands rubbing me and teasing me as well. About that.