First to enter was a middle aged adult in an expensive suit. He shepherded in another male of the same age dressed in a presentable suitcoat that he c...learly was not comfortable wearing. One look at his hands displayed someone who did not spend his days pounding away on a keyboard. In contrast the 'suit' had trimmed manicured nails and looked as if he was born in a shirt and tie.The burly man opposite from the pair, pointed at a cassette tape recorder on the table. "Counselor, thank you for. On my thigh his fingers gently rose slowly up and across my bare skin until it alighted on the edge of my thong. I opened my eyes and looked at the square face of the blond man, his coral blue eyes holding me. We did not speak his hand continuing across my muscular flat belly, just above the curving line of my thong. Gently stroking me as though he wanted to calm me, his fingers deftly moved under the thin elastic band and I gasped. His fingers felt so cold on my heated sex. He smiled and. I'll meet you in the backyard behind the shed."And with that said, Chapter Two of our Summer Vacation's adventure began.We were about halfway to our clubhouse when my flashlight caught the outline of something just off the trail's edge. It was a big brown paper bag. Walking over to it, Clark bent down and picked it up."Holy Shit! Jack! Look!" he exclaimed and pulled out a Hustler magazine. "There must be at least a dozen of 'em in here!"He slipped the magazine back inside the bag and our walk. "That's what happened." I said as I finished the story. She stood there with arms folded, hips tossed to one side, shaking her head. She had a serious look on her face like she was trying to figure out what to do about it. Gradually, her face changed. Her lips curled into a smile and she giggled. It was plain she was trying to hold it back, but she couldn't help it. "What are you laughing about?" I said. "I'm sorry, Jimmy! Really! It's just kind of funny that's all! I mean, you were probably.