You leave the milf rubbing your cum into her face, and head towards the park's attractions. There's a log plume and some water slides to one side, and a more conventional midway to the other. But what''s intriguing you is the stage by the wave pool.
A band you've never heard is playing, and crowd of girls -- largely twenty-something -- is into them. The girls are all in sarongs or bikinis or thongs. They are grooving to the band's playing, and they've been grooving long enough to build up a sweat. Beads are running down their bodies, some dancing together, some on their own.
In the wave pool, some male spectators in inner tubes are clearly appreciative of the band's female fans.
You are disappointed to see that no bikini tops have yet been tossed to the band that the crowd of women likes so much. They are certainly far more deserving of respect, and this crowd should show some appreciation for the rocking music.
You ready your fingers and your black sharpie, reaching to stop time. |