"Home plate is sixty feet, six inches from the pitcher's mound," he explained. "Your friend's curve breaks a little too early." I still can't believe ...ou watched baseball," Tanya shook her head."And I can't believe that you didn't want to tell us that your friend was an athlete," her mother shot back.It looked like the beginning of a good family argument. I had no idea why Tanya had tried to keep it a secret, but it was time for me to play the white knight."I think she was afraid I'd get a. With each spin of the wheel laughter exploded in the room and inhibitions were shed one-by-one. After a while, I noticed some of the women were quietly slipping out of the group and heading upstairs. I assumed that they had grown bored with the games but when I followed them (as any good reporter would do) I found that they were joining a full-blown sex romp that was already in progress in one of the spacious bedrooms. Panties were coming off in all directions as women were pairing up for a hot. A little nudge here and there and we were doing it under the waves. The water would have come up to about mid-chest if I was standing straight, but to get a better angle, I squatted slightly and floated into a sexual position that's impossible in the air, putting the water line across my collar bones.Feeling the sun on my face while having sex and having the salt water flow in and out along with Kyle was a very unique sensation. Watching people lounging or strolling by only a shell's throw away. My Dad and Matt told us about their walk, and I said that Sally and I had bumped into each other on the beach (without going into any details of what we’d got up to, obviously).After dinner, I was debating whether to go for a short stroll along the cliffs to watch the sunset, or go upstairs and diddle myself for a bit, when Sally sidled up and grabbed me by the arm.“Annie, can you come here a minute?” she asked.I was a bit puzzled. What could she want? I hoped she didn’t want my advice about.