Another sweltering July day and I’ve had about all of this heat I can take. My shift at the life guard stand will soon be over and I can find my love and maybe talk her into going for a little swim. I still can’t believe I let Tina convince me to volunteer a week’s worth of precious vacation time to spend out here amongst all this nature crap and 300 crazy kids who have absolutely no concept of personal space or the term ‘inside voice’! I’m beginning to understand why their parents sent them away for a week. Anyway, I suppose it is the right thing to do to give back to society and all, but can’t I just write a check? If she hadn’t asked me in the midst of my blissful post orgasmic state, I would have been able to resist, and we would be back in LA right now naked in our own pool! Such a deceitful little trick she has learned, but honestly, I can’t complain… Ok Porter, eyes on the water! Only 30 more minutes and you’re free.

Tina spends her days teaching arts and crafts to the kids. She is so good with them and they all adore her. Of course, I can see why, but I do admit that I get a little jealous. Kids are so damn touchy-feely. On more than one occasion I have had to fight the urge to throw a couple of little brats in the lake when they tried to cop a feel of my woman! The nerve! I can’t say as I blame them though. If I were a 12 year old boy I’d want to touch her too. Hell, I’m a 30 year old woman, and I have trouble controlling my own desires when it comes to her. Would it be bad if the next time I caught one of those little twerps checking out T’s northern region to say ‘back off mister, those are mine’???

Ah boobs, how I love boobs! Well, her boobs in particular. Those perfect, succulent breasts that I have no doubt God made purely for my personal enjoyment. Yum…I just can’t get enough! Tina’s boobs are deliciously sweet and fit my hands like they were measured and molded for them. hmmm…boobs…boobies, bazooms, bazookas, beacons, air bags, cannon balls, cantaloupes, coconuts, bikini stuffers, blinkers, bongos, boulders, bra buddies, bumpers, chi chis, gazongas, globes, headlights, honkers, hooters, jugs, knockers, love melons, pillows, pontoons, sweater stretchers, ta tas, titties, tweeters, zeppelins, zingers, rib cushions, Betty Boops, mangos, floaters, twin peaks…….Whoa! Reign it in their chief! Who’s acting like a 12 year old boy now? You’re supposed to be watching the water! No one drowns on your watch remember? Come on Porter! There will be plenty of time for some serious boobage later. (insert smirk here)