The beach was loud and alive with water rushing in, rushing out; my feelings were rushing the same…my cheeks hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn’t...see me. He pushed on my stomach, licking harder…in an awful, beautiful rhythm…he was a bastard…all of them…Brett and all of them.“You wet bitch,” the licker said…looking up…”You are so fucking wet!” It was true…I was.I tried once more to squirm away and I slipped from his grasp on my cunt lips but only briefly as he encircled my legs with his arms,. We started sucking each other’s lips. We kissed each other till our lips became red and started to pain.I moved my lips on her neck and started sucking. My right hand was removing folds of her saree and my left hand was moving on her back holding her. I removed her saree and then her petticoat.I moved my lips on left boob and started sucking it very softly meanwhile I put my hand inside her panty and was rubbing her cunt. I was surprised to feel that there were very less hairs on her pubic. She was glad the other woman had a sense of humor equal to her own and they both had a good laugh over the mix-up. Deciding to make the best of it, they both stayed for the game and wound up having a good time.In fact, by the end of the game, they were having more than a good time as Syd at third base and Miranda behind the plate, brought in the final two outs with a double play. An exuberant rush filled both of them and, wrapped up in the excitement, they shared a victory hug and high five as. Pressing her tongue flat against the ice cream, she licked straight upthe ice cream, her eyes half closed. Repeating the motion, she workedher way around the cone, then captured the offending drip with a tipof her tongue. His eyes were glued to her every movement, and he swallowedhard when she stopped and looked at him. “If I apologize now,” hesaid, “will you stop?” Her only answer was a soft smile. Rubbing the ice creamagainst her lips, she captured the tip of the ice.