She studied the people around her. An older couple sitting and talking. A young woman perhaps in her twenties was laying on a towel, on her front, tan...ing. She looked around her, people were in their own little world. She could hear music playing, but it was a jumble of different sounds from a number of different radios and players.Morgan watched a young man and woman, probably about her age, walking by about ten feet from her. Morgan had not interest in the guy, she didn't even look at his. Maine kaha baat sharm ki nahi hai ek toh aap meri didi, upar se ladki mujhe bahut guilty feel ho raha hai. Didi boli ohh aisi baat hai didi kuch sochne lagi fir boli dekh aisa karte hain tu soch ke main teri didi na hokar tera bhai hoon or tera best friend bhi tu be hichakMere saamne aisa behave kar jaisa tu apne male friend’s ke sath karta hai main bilkul bura nahi manungi. Maine kaha Didi ye kaise possible hai aap meri didi ho main ye kaise imagine kar loon ke aap male ho mujhe kuch samajh. It was so much fun to spy on people!Good and hard and horny now, Ryan made his way down to a sort of seating area he had had built into the stony bluff that his property sat on top of. It had been carved very ornately into the natural stone there, just a few feet down below the level of his yard, and was 90% hidden from sight on all angles, though it gave you an open view of a sizeable portion of the beach and ocean. It sort of resembled a large couch or bench, about 10 feet long and fairly. “Fancy a stroll through the woods to work off our lunch” she asked “Sure” I replied. “Grab the travel rug off the back seat then” she said. We walked hand in hand along a little woodland path which got narrower and more overgrown the further we walked “You know where we’re going?” I asked “Yeah, don’t worry I used to come here all the time as a k**” she replied. Sure enough the path suddenly opened up into a secluded glade. I laid the travel rug in the sunniest corner and we sat having a quiet.