Around 7ish we were feeling peckish again, he suggested we grab somestuff for a picnic and go sit on the beach with it as the sun began to set.?I had ...pent thewhole day conversing with him, we had literally told each other almosteverything about ourselves in the short time we had known each other.After grabbing the stuff for the picnic we pulled upalong the boulevard facing the sea, took our picnic and sat on the bench nearthe car and tucked in.?It wasn?t longbefore the conversation turned to. A carved stone man lay on his back, legs together, arms up with elbows bent and hands open. Another man was kneeling over him, facing his feet. The art work was magnificent with each muscle and sinew of these stereotypical perfect males clearly created by the caring hands of a master sculptor.Each marble man had an erection, his green marble cock thick and powerful with each vein and fold of stone skin clearly visible. They were circumcised with helmet heads to their substantial members. The. I scanned for tangos and then hit the light, only to find Annie sprawled on the floor holding the side of her face, and Gabby had her back to the wall, and her arms were swinging hard, elbows slapping on the wall with every motion. I finally realized that, at least in her mind, she was running! I knew from Annie’s example not to try to wake her, so I did what I would have done in battle. ‘STAND DOWN, CORPORAL!’ I yelled at her face. Her head jerked around and her wild eyes were panicked. ‘My. See, Charlie was the reason you had lost your sister, shipped off to boarding school on an airplane, where she died, because dad panicked when Charlie tried to lay his hands on her. So, for your sister’s death, Charlie would pay.You go through your normal routine and stride out of your house, and walk across to Charlie’s, and see a gorgeous blond woman in a red bikini kiss his forehead as he walked out of his house.“Who was that hottie?” you ask, pushing Charlie into the shrubs. He screams in.