1. Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Chapter 4


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    about a free taste?” I asked, running my index finger down his chest and then tasting it, pleased at my performance. Danny told me afterward that while I was talking they stopped pedaling and the redhead was fumbling with her wrist wallet and dropped her money on the floor. “Yes of course; the customer is always right; we’ll use your room and then you can decide if you want to hire me for your party.” You could hear a pin drop as we walked out together, arm in arm......... Joyce and Bart arrived around four in the afternoon. After Joyce hugged me and kissed my cheek, she greeted Anita and they went inside to register them. “Welcome to Florida, Bart,” and we shook hands, “Let me give you a hand with your luggage and I’ll show you to your room.” “Thanks Dan; good to see you, but when do we eat?” “Well what do you have a taste for?” I asked as we walked into the lobby carrying the luggage. “I’m thinking lobsters. Did you and Anita find any good seafood joints?” “As a matter of fact we did.” “Good, your treat; better yet, my treat.” “I’m ready for a nap, my love,” he said to Joyce, “and then we’re taking the kids out to dinner........” The one thing I’ll say for Bart, he doesn’t have short arms and isn’t afraid to reach into his pockets spend money on his dinner guests. For the first time in my life I actually had my fill of lobster; we all did; what a feast. After dinner the ladies went to my room and talked. Bart and I looked over the maps in his to plan our day. I already had ...
    a boat rented for us at a local Marina. We all turned in early to get some sleep. Tomorrow we were getting up bright and early. Anita and I spent a pleasant and laid back day on the rented boat with Joyce and Bart. We swam and lounged around; we snacked. I’m not surprised they are more than familiar with a mask, fins and snorkel; they brought their own from home. We showed them a sheltered beach we discovered along the coast inaccessible from the road. While Bart and I just chewed the fat and told dirty jokes, the ladies collected sea shells walking the beach or diving in the shallows. Much to their delight they found a pristine conch and many nice cockle shells; they found calico scallop, true tulip, whelk and Scotch bonnet shells; they found olive shells; they found a nice triton’s trumpet. Their greatest find was a lion’s paw shell which rarely washes ashore, although it does turn up occasionally in fisherman’s nets. My beautiful Anita is so smart. While Joyce knew most of the common names for each shell, my jelly bean knows the names and/or variations of each plus the genus in Latin. It did my heart good to see the women return with their buckets full of shells as if the buckets were full of pirate treasure. It was around eight in the evening when we returned to our rooms. Bart and Anita decided to nap before our midnight couples dance on the hotel beach. However I was hungry as was Joyce. We decided to meet in the bar/restaurant in twenty minutes after we changed for a ...
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