“That’s so nice,” she cooed. “But I don’t have anything for you.”“That’s OK, just come back to me?” I asked, giving her a little hug....A couple of tears fell from her long lashes and she wiped them away quickly.“I don’t know why I’m crying,” she whined.“It’s OK,” I whispered, and held her tight.She had to go. She squeezed me tight one last time before scurrying off to bring her unopened envelope to the locker room. She came back out composed and headed to another lifeguard chair.I hung out with. It was not long before all if not most were 3-sheets-to-the-wind and plenty tipsy and becoming louder and bolder as they partied. I noticed no food except for chips and nuts which struck me as too weird as I was supposed to serve food. After another hour or so I could’nt help but notice the group being secretive in whispering chat and silly giggling turning into outright laughter. These skeeming hens seemed to me to be up to more than I should know about. The more drinks the women had the. Jess also gives Fred a look and then begins to carress Denise’s buttex while throwing in a hard smack on the ass here and there. I looked over to Harold who was already stroking himself through his boxers while intensely watching the TV. I smiled and just said…“This is pretty hot shit huh?”Harold replied with…“Hell yeah man, I’ll be jerking off to this image for weeks!”Now that Jess and Denise were really getting hot and bothered playing with each other, it was getting clear that things were. So the day came to depart for Visakhapatnam. My cousin brother had some hospital work in Visakhapatnam. So he said he will drop me off. My house is 6 hours away from Vizag. We started the journey in my cousin’s car. I informed.Let’s call her Sujatha aunty, name hidden for privacy. She had already given me her address but still, she said that she will come to pick me up. We had seen each other’s pic. She was a 40 yr old housewife, wheatish in skin complexion. Her face was simple, and her body.