He said that he thought she could do the work and to think it over and let him know on Monday. Annette and Bev had a nice restaurant lunch and spent t...he rest of the afternoon looking around the beach and shopping areas. Each time one of them would notice a guy who had a big package between his legs she would point it out to the other and they would smile and lick their lips. They all got home about the same time. Supper tonight was a smaller shrimp salad and a dinner roll. Annette told Jerry. “I hope it was worth it,” Bella said, hoping she sounded sympathetic.“It was. It still is.” Jack turned.“Just talk to him,” Bella said, catching her before she could leave.“I don’t know if I can.” Jack shook her head. “You can accept the things you don’t understand. He can’t. He’ll dog me about it until I either break down and tell him, or he has enough bits and pieces to figure it out for himself.”“Would that be so bad?” Bella asked.“It’s a risk I just can’t take,” Jack said.“Is it really life. As she stole his barstool, she tugged at her plaid mini-skirt, making sure at least three quarters of her thighs were showing and that it was barely covering her panty-covered pussy lips. She noticed Bryan’s friend, Danny, staring at her tits out of the corner of her eye. Possibilities, she thought. The group eventually moved to a larger table to fit everyone, and though she kept rubbing her legs against Bryan’s, he didn’t seem to be responding, so she knew she needed to take things to the next. “Vote for me. I’ll do anything you want,” I coaxed.Not to be outdone, Veronica chimed in, “I’ll do anything she will, and more.”She jumped on the other side of James, who finally sat up. “What is going on?” James was finally awake and trying to figure out what we drunk girls were up to.“We’re here for you to judge our lingerie contest. Tell us who looks hotter or we’ll take advantage of you,” I slurred.I slid my hand into the opening of James’ boxers. His cock was warm and soft, but not for.