You took my hand and asked me if I knew what I was doing to you.I smiled saying, I thought I did because I wouldn’t do anything unless I at least ha... an idea how you would react. I continued to say that I figured that a certain friend was growing, with that I moved my foot as close to your crotch as I could. After a bit I excused myself as I walk by I bend over, whispering in your ear, telling you I am not wearing panties and other than the dress I am naked. I nibble on your ear then walked. Glancing up, she saw that he had undone that buttons of his shirt and it hung open, exposing that beautiful, masculine chest of his. She also saw him looking down at her, the unbridled lust filling his eyes. With one hand on his nuts, she slipped the other hand between her legs, cupping her sex. The wet heat pulsed from her as she slipped first one finger, then two, into herself, and used the pad of her thumb to rub her clit. The moan that came deep from her as she took his shaft deep again. We swam around for about half an hour and then headed back into shallower water. Once we could easily stand, Margie went over to Chuck and began talking to him in the same hushed tones that she and Pepper had been talking in. They both looked over in my direction and I saw Chuck nod yes and then the two of them hugged and kissed. A few moments later, Dennis and Valerie swam over to me and told me that they had seen us last night on the beach having sex. They suspected that we might do. I have, of course, thought about the points you made and perhaps we can talk about them on Friday. On Friday, that sounds so normal and yet it’s so NOT normal: it’s very, very special. By the way, I’ll be dressed in golfing gear, just pants and sports shirt (maybe a sweater, depending on the weather) because that’s where Veronica thinks I’m going. Mick is my alibi. Think you’ll remember him: Mick Palmer, my old mate. Okay, my Petal (not quite sure about this butterfly wings bit) I’ll see you.