“I haven’t seen finer pillows in my life,” Rick hooted at Emma, Karyn, and Candi. “Perhaps one of you is willing to let me rest my head on them, you know which one.”
“No one wants your cocktail weenie,” a taller man, Carlos, said. “But they might want some spicy Mexican sausage.”
“Cool it, guys,” a gigantic man, Sam, hissed. “Sorry, my friends are just excited by being free from college for the summer. All of you have a nice day.”
“You can’t tell me you don’t want to motorboat those massive mammaries,” Rick said.
“Everyone knows having breasts that huge makes a woman horny,” Carlos added. “It’s science.”
“Rick, Carlos, I suggest we leave these ladies to their day and wish them well,” the words were not a suggestion as Sam yanked and shoved them to the car. “Have a good day.”
“Jerks,” Karyn snapped.
“Sam seemed nice,” Candi looked at the bright side. “If I didn’t have your Dad, I would be all over that hunk. If one of you girls is interested, I bet you could get his number. A college guy, especially such a tall, muscular, polite man, would certainly make your friends jealous.”
“Gross, don’t talk about my Dad. And why don’t you go after Sam the stud if you are so interested.”
“I prefer a tender lover. His experience, wow, the things he does with his tongue …”
“Stop, just stop!”
Karyn had reached into Emma’s purse to grab the stone. Emma didn’t know what the wish would be, but she felt certain it wouldn’t be the most well thought out of the wishes. Before the words escaped the busty blonde’s lips, the thought was interrupted. Carlos was driving by as Sam was screaming at the others to stop. Laughter filled the air as Rick’s pasty white rear shook at them. Emma blushed. Candi giggled. Karyn made a wish.
