She said all the guys where hard tight flat bellied and well tanned. Once at their camp ( two tents) she said they iced the beer down and that one guy...told her to pull her shorts diown so he could pay her of the favor. She said the picnic table was in aspot where no one could she her so she leaned her ass on it and spread her legs , she said well get busy. He got on his knees and grabbed ahold of her hips and burried his face in her smooth shaven cunt. She said he wasn't real good at eatting. “Oh God, Ben?!” she said, sitting up. “What are you doing here?” Glancing from hot naked sunbather to hot naked sunbather had me tongue-tied. I was speechless. All my practice in polite conversation was useless in the kind of dream-like scenarios I kept finding myself involved in.“I ... I just needed...” I shrugged, helplessly. “I have no idea how to respond to this,” I admitted. The redhead laughed.“Guys, this is Ben,” Triss said. “He lives across the street. I told him that we were busy but. ’ ‘I understand why you did it. You just looked so guilty when he called you out. But now to the good stuff…’ I proceeded to tell her about my final real encounter with Jamie. She was hanging on to my every word. When I got to the end, I started to really feel nervous about lunch, if I wasn’t already. ‘Sissy, you are a crazy person. Do you know how lucky you were to have a man that would cuddle you after you let him get the tip wet? Just for that he is one in a million in my book and you are a. .. you want me to take off my clothes? Here? In front of you?"Now it was Sam's turn to take a hit across the face. "No questions. And I didn't tell you to take off your clothes, I told you to take off Whitney's. And her yours."The girls looked up again still in shock, but not wanting to be hit again. Sam reached over and slowly pulled up Whitney's sundress, revealing a yellow thong and bra. Whitney's head dropped in shame, her body now on display for everyone to see. She didn't look nearly as.