They had been friends for a few months and the first time I saw my daughters friend I wanted to fuck her, she was very pretty, an amazing little early...teen body on her and she always dressed in clothes that accentuated that body.I tried my usual tactics, trying to make her laugh and sitting next to her when they were in the lounge, but she was one stuck up little tart and would even get up and move when I did sit next to her. Whether she knew I wanted to fuck her and felt a bit disgusted at the. .He had to admit he wasn't good with unscheduled time. He much preferred to have a schedule or routine, or at least something on the agenda for the day. It was one of the reasons he did so well at work: someone told him what to do. I should have lined up some tours, he thought. Made sure I had something to do besides lie here.After a quick doze, he woke to find the sun had lowered a bit and he was thirsty. After a languorous stretch, he pushed himself off the chaise and headed to the beach. And the things we saw kept us entertained, occasionally surprised, and often sexually charged. Not every stroll bore fruit, but enough did to keep us going.If you lived in our area we may have seen you fucking. Oh, sorry, making love. If you walked naked from the shower, assume we ogled your dangly bits. Did you like to be tied down and tickled or flogged? Yes, we know. We saw.And maybe you were with your spouse, or by yourself, or with someone else's spouse of either gender. Maybe you groped. So we can watch each other?" She ended on that funny questioning raised tone teenagers sometimes seem to use when stating something that requires agreement.Denise and I exchanged shrugs."Like I said, you're in the driver's seat, hun," Denise said.Lissa giggled slightly, showing her self-consciousness for the first time. She turned to me. "Do you remember that part in your 'Tease Club' story with the timer?"I nodded, my imagination immediately racing. It had been a not-very-well developed scene.