Only on a couple of occasions, did I get to the beach, never bothering with towel, or clothes. The beach attracted a few more visitors this year, but...its virtual inaccessability limited attendance to those few, who wanted to get away from the crowds at the nearby resorts. I did manage to find a couple of young gay guys, with whom I was able to enjoy myself behind a well-positioned sandhill. Females were entirely beyond reach.The morning for me to attend to my coffee-lovers, "sans-undies", had. So she just started dancing, like Judith had. Then as she performed a turn, a young man in a football uniform was suddenly in front of her, staring up at her with wide eyes and a grin on his face. He had a bottle of champagne in his hand, and after tipping it up while he watched her dance, he shoved it up toward her.She took the bottle and suddenly wondered what the heck they were doing. She continued to spin around, in a part of her dance routine that was completely habitual, and took no. However, ‘nipples’ was one of those chaps that genuinely seemed to enjoy nothing more than burying his head deep between a pair of legs, ravenously lapping up every inch, alternating techniques and speed to send radiating shivers across your body. So, all in all a jolly good first meet! Unsurprisingly he was invited back! This time though I made sure that we at least had a photographer. Initially the evening was supposed to entail having a few gentlemen round (at the same time) but for one. .forever if he didn't become incoherent within ten minutes.It was a gamble, he knew it. But he also knew that men were rarely takenadvantage of by women when they were in that very drunken stage thatrohypnol gives the appearance of... he downed it in one gulp.I shrugged my left shoulder when he drank it. I asked him if he broughta car, he said that he did. So I asked him to take me out there, andagain, he did. His voice was already slurring by the time that we got tohis car. I helped them.