"Let's just make it without the stripping, or something." Uh, wait a minute ... who's youngest, here?" Marie asked, with sudden alarm. It turned out s...e was, by about a month."No way," she protested, and folded her arms."You don't want to make out with Jason?" Lissa teased her friend."Uh..." Marie clearly was embarrassed. But something compelled her not to lie outright. "I don't know," she finally admitted."Well, try it," Lissa taunted. "How about for less time?" Hey, who said these dares could. "I don't want her forever, Herbie. She'll still be you wife, but she'll be my woman. You can fuck her when she's not with me, but I'll fuck her whenever I want to," I said neutrally.He swelled up like a toad. Like a toad, it was a hollow defense."Never. Damn you! Never!" he screamed in a tinny, high-pitched voice."How about some pizza?" I said to Mica."Sounds good, Vinnie. Cheeselovers?" Mica replied."Shit, no. Supreme," Donnie interjected.We argued about pizza while Herbie hung around. Our. “Oh,” she said. “Oh!”I laughed. “Oh boy,” she said. “You know what…”Our bodies took over into a mode of sexual fervency. I got up off the bed and so did Julia and we stared at each other as we began the rapid ritual of removal, my t shirt off, her green top up and over her shoulders, her shimmy of her hips as she wiggled off her pj bottoms, my two-step bottom removal, first over the boner, then straight to the floor. Her bra and panties were light purple and my boxers were neon orange. My. The girls had already started to gather onlookers by the time they got back as men were staring at them as they walked by, stopping shortly to get a good look. The shoreline was full of bronze colored and dark skinned men. Maurice and James were not left out either as a plethira of hot sun-soaked women paraded past them in every hair color and body shape. It was turning into a target-rich environment for all. After about a hour, James was thinking that he and Maurice were cramping the girls.