I wanted to hide in my oatmeal. Coming down stairs–hoping that I had dreamed the conversation I’d overheard last night–I had been greeted warmly... by my mom. Then the ballet bombshell landed as breakfast was beginning. I was going to be enrolled in ballet school. Starting today. No, I want to hide under my oatmeal. Mark had turned a strange shade of purple and Billy was holding his sides in pain when they left with Dad, to go to a weekend long football practice at Dad’s alma mater. They would get. My small, pink tongue coming from between my teeth, the lips of my small mouth. Licking your neck, with just the point of my tongue Just a flick. Then another. A low moan escapes you. Not yet. Not yet.We stop moving in circles, just swaying. My arms curl under yours, coming up your back, hands pulling on your shoulders, standing on my tip toes. Locking onto your eyes, I start under your chin, gliding my tongue up and over, pulling away from lips at the last moment. Anger and lust,. The wind whipped through my soft hairs and danced across. Though the sun was slightly warm, I finally began to feel relief from the stifling heat. “It won’t be much longer,” I thought.In less than a half hour, I exited the freeway and made my way to the parking lot at the beach. It was practically empty and finding a spot was not difficult. I had parked the car, locked it and stepped out of it having my beach bag in my hand.“It shouldn't be too hard to find a nice secluded spot,” I thought. I. Quickly Rick introduced everyone by name and invited me to take a seat. The other woman was called Elaine and the grinning black barman, Ebamu or ‘Eddy’ as he liked to be called. I watched as he laid back, a cigarette between his lips watching the girls performance. Both women had big tits that was for sure and tanned rolling bodies. The three black men exchanged chatter in their native language and were not afraid to touch. While watching this I remained in a trance. It seemed so erotic that.