This was the first time I'd seen Machala dressed casually. Her hair was down, sunglasses propped on her head, an unbuttoned blouse over a tank top and shorts that displayed her long legs. My dick ached. It was hell to stay away from her all week. I wasn't good at denying myself. I told her I'd jerk off to thoughts of her, but I lied. I managed to keep my hands off my dick because she was worth all the torture my cock lived through during the week. Now I just had to make it through ...