She looked puzzled at first, then understanding crept across her face, "Tell me more." "I used to live in those apartments at the bottom of the hill, ...ntil my folks got divorced," I continued, "now I live with my mom in Newstrom and my dad lives on the west side with his new wife." I looked away, it always hurt to talk about my dad. "Jay, I'm sorry you didn't--" "Its fine," I interrupted, "you wanted to know, so that's my story." "I love your story, Jay..." her voice trailed off, she lifted my. It was just past midnight and I thought I better walk her home. She was way too drunk and my intention was to be nice and maybe hook up the next day.. or at least thats what I had thought.On our way back to her apartment she decided she wanted to walk on the beach. It wasnt far from the apartments so I thought it could be a good walk and more chance to learn more about her. As we walked down to the beach we talked and she didnt seem as drunk as I thought. We ended up sitting on the beach. All I can see are his happy eyes! Her eyes glaze over again, must be a win. SG is working hard to please her.Guess what happened next?J pulled off of my cock. Turned toward him and began rubbing his cock, unzipping his pants! Hey whats going on here, she is undoing his trousers! I shouldn't be surprised. She came back to me while he finished removing his pants.While his hands were busy taking clothes off she looked up at me then back over her shoulder smiling at him. He still has his underware. It burst out oh him with a shout:"Get ready for the sextravaganza of your lives, fuckers!"He twirled on the ball of one foot to face his captivated audience as sexual captive. The impact made grown men shudder. The sweat that beaded over his voluptuous biceps and pectorals sparkled like glitter. His Hershey kiss nipples stuck out like silver arrowheads, and beneath their long shadows, the deep groves of his washboard stomach etched ripples that played with the light like the ridges of the Grand.