Let’s pack.”Packing takes longer than unpacking. Rachael made that observation several times. I didn’t comment. She had a plan in mind and was e...ecuting it. I wondered how she’d approach sex.An hour of packing in increasing heat made me sweat. Finally done, I went and sat on the exposed bedrock, leaning back against a huge freeze-thaw-loosened boulder.Rachael meandered over to me and handed me a bottle of water. She sat next to me and leaned in. I put my arm around her shoulders.“It’s really. When I moved to Atlanta at 24, I didn't really think I would miss the beach as much as I did. I mean, I loved Southern Guys, and it is a sexy, youthful city. I always had a bikini in my glove box, and would pull out some swimmer and lay out. No water front I searched around for a pool or area where men congregated in spandex. There was an undeveloped area of the park that was called "Atlanta's Gay Beach" by my friends. Men, mostly gay, would go to a hill -- semi secluded -- overlooking the. “Uh, which one?”, he managed.“Why, both of them. Don’t you think they would like to teach me about double penetration?”That was a rhetorical question. “When would you like to try them, my darling?”“Now, Daddy, now!”, she bounced gaily in appreciation to her daddy’s understanding of her needs. Her father’s prick felt wonderful as it scrubbed the walls of her warm velvet tunnel. “Can you call them now?”“I think it would be better if you called them, don’t you?”Luci thought about it a second, then. ” Actually I was quite surprised myself that I was still hard but I suppose having my sexy neighbour lying next to me had a lot to do with it.” Hazel lay there for a moment then smiled at me again. “Well even if we can’t I’m sure it’ll be fun finding out,” she giggled then wrapped her fingers round my cock and added, “I'm all yours Mike, let’s give it a try. Do you have a favourite way?” I lay there and thought for a moment then smiled at her. “How about you get on top first,” I said, “and we.