Curiously, Marty asked, "What are you going to do with those?"He was referring to the two home video cameras I had just placed on the bed next to him....I had picked them up also during my late night shopping spree at Wal-mart."You said the camera doesn't lie. Maybe it doesn't; but I can prove that sometimes it doesn't tell the whole truth. Want to find out if I'm right?"If he had said no, I would have stopped there. Since I was having fun, I was thrilled when he replied, "You've got yourself a. Jordy and I had on our summer shorts and ripped off our shirts looking like two beach bums. The kids made us feel welcome and after a few beers, it was almost like we fit in.The beach party had a theme. They called it Shore Retro that sounded more like a bar in California. Anyway, there were games of all sorts. Volleyball and cornhole are as traditional at the beach as turkey at a Thanksgiving dinner. But to make the event more authentically retro, they had hula hoops and had set up a limbo. My family lived in the truly idyllic town of Greenhills Ohio, just above Cincinnati. The suburban paradise was surrounded by a ring of woods. There was plenty of wilderness to explore and adventures for a bold lad. I knew the forest like any seasoned explorer. I, David, was the Daniel Boone or Davy Crockett of those sylvan lands. I was on a Saturday expedition, on my own, down a frozen stream bed that chilly afternoon when it happened.In the summer before, I had 'river-walked' the shallow. To try to keep her mind off sex!My wife arrived home when we had just finished taking the casserole from the oven. Fortunately, there was a fair amount of space between Sarah and I when she walked in, came up to me and kissed me on the lips. Usually, her kisses are quite brief when we meet, sometimes just a peck on the cheek. But this one lingered for a while and I sensed that she was still horny from the night before.Just what I need, two horny females, I thought as she walked down the hall.