“You need sunscreen again?” was the question. There was a third boy with them who was introduced as one of their brothers. When it was determined ...e was of legal age, he was invited to join in.Our gals were soon as slick and slippery as could be, and not just on their outer skin, since they took the three boys to the part of the beach marked with a red “X”. Everything went on there and they soon found a place to have their fun. All around were assorted groups of two or more, doing anything you. .. bury it.Feminism 1: This shit happened before, and WE won’t clean it up!Feminism 2: Shit isn’t funny.Feminism 3: Why does shit only happen to women!?Feminism 4: Put the seat back down, you little shit.Feminism 5: Men are shit.Fetishism 1: I love it when shit happens.Fetishism 2: If shit happens, go for more.Ford-ism 1: Our shit is Job One.Ford-ism 2: Have you had a shit lately?Fortean-ism: No shit??Freudianism 1: Shit is a phallic symbol.Freudianism 2: Shit that happens is like. We all headed for the living room where Ed had laid out a bottle of wine and as we talked, we toasted one another and the meeting that was about to take place. After a couple of drinks each Ed decided it was time to adjourn to the bedroom and so off we four went. Ed and I took to the sides of the bed and stretched out a bit leaving the women to sit at the end of the bed next to each other. I had told Ann to make Cathy feel comfortable and to be the one to initiate things between them and for a. Glancing down she could see Karl's shadow closing so she braced myself and waited, sure enough Karl came along side and ran his right hand over her butt, down her thigh and up between her legs. He had big hands with thick, rough fingers, Mary could feel the bumps of old calluses and the lumps of broken knuckles. A shiver ran down her spine, even with the warmth from the sun, as she imagined those fingers probing her private parts.They hit a down hill stretch so they took control of their bikes.