Summer at the Beach Part Eight
While Jim and I had been getting dressed and ready for dinner, I had heard sounds coming from the guest bedroom where Judy and Diane were engaged in the same occupation Jim and I had been enjoying. I think the sound that I heard were the moans of a teen age girl being laced into what was probably her first corset. 15 was such a wonderful year to start serious corset training. I had missed that by one year with Jim. I could easily rectify that error this summer. There was so much Jim and...