Kinda..." Terry stammered, feeling a strange stirring in his nuts when he thought about her suggestion."Don't be silly, Terry. I think you'd like to f...ck me in your mother's bed. I'll bet Sheila's bed is softer than yours, more comfortable. I prefer nice silk sheets, Terry. And besides, doesn't it turn you on just thinking about it? Wouldn't it be nasty?"Terry wanted to deny the odd feeling of excitement and sexual heat that stirred in his balls when he thought about fucking Wendy in his. "Come on, dude," cajoled Ted. "Haven't you ever wondered what that red-head would be like?" He waggled his eyebrows in what he thought was a suggestive gesture. "You know what they say about red-heads..." The same thing they say about blondes, brunettes, and chicks with tattoos?" Josh asked. "Ted, you say the same thing about whatever kind of chick you're looking at."Ted shrugged. "Well, what can I say? They're all sluts... underneath." He punctuated the last word by grabbing his crotch."Shit,. “Yeah. It’s a long story.”“That’s cool. You can tell me about it, sometime.”“So, you’re working for the state?” Betsy asked.“They’ve got me analyzing commercial fishing data,” Sanders answered. “It’s a boring job that pays for this place, and gives me flexible enough hours to get in a little surfing.”“I’m sure you appreciate the flexible hours. I know how much you enjoy surfing,” Betsy said.“I live to surf,” Sanders said.“Which one of you boys dragged in the beach bunny?” a woman’s voice asked. Her left nipple was very erect and I would have been dying to suck on it if it weren't covered in my cum. Her right nipple didn't look nearly as happy. I would have loved to use my lips and teeth to change that. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. Her hand slid across to tease the nipple that I was lusting. With the most innocent of looks, she asked, "More?" I swallowed, and finally found my voice. "More?" She nodded, and then gave me a knowing look. "What are the ladies doing now?" My.