.. I'm really proud you want me to, but ... I don't want to let you down."Eddie smiled, showing his two gold teeth."You can do. Cousin Arnold help. Go...d experience. You can do," he repeated in his mangled English.I thought about it. It was a hell of an opportunity, there was no doubt. But ... could I do the job? And who the hell was Cousin Arnold? I was going to have to take a chance. A big chance."Okay, Eddie, as along as your cousin can help, I'll do it. When do you want me to start?" When. It's something I do most of the time after licking her pussy anyways. We usually make out after oral sex. She even kisses me after I shoot my load in her mouth a lot of the time. We make out with the cum sometimes. She usually sucks her cum off my dick after we fuck and usually once or twice during sex. But this was a first. This was me specifically making sure that she tasted her sweaty and dirty pussy. As my lips touched hers, I could hear her discreetly inhaling through her nose trying to. Their suits were so tight fitting that it wasn’t moving enough to get it out of the way. Both girls reached under their shirts to pull the one-piece suits all the way off. When they finished peeing they pulled them back on, but did some trick to keep them hidden down inside their shorts, leaving them braless under their thin t-shirts.All three started back this way, but then turned to one of the walkways leading away from the beach toward a beach house. I could see the two girls talking to Jan. I became obsessed with the thought of forcing women to my will.Like many boys, I took marshal arts classes and worked out with weights, except in my case it was to learn various moves to incapacitate imaginary rape victims and to have strength to force their submission. Even my years in Boy Scouts were spent learning knots with the idea of involuntary restraint. I won a switch-blade knife in a bet with a buddy and started carrying it with me everywhere. Never flashed it around, but had.