30pm, the beach was pleasantly unpopulated, just a few people – mostly naked single men – lounging around. During the day there’s no open sex on...the beach, that takes place in the surrounding bushland. It’s a smorgasbord of (mostly) male sexual pleasures. Wander along the bush tracks, sit with a guy, chat and masturbate each other, suck his cock until he cums and then lay back and enjoy the harbour view as he returns the favour. Have a swim to wash his cum off your body, and drive home – that. Only one of them, Olga, had a reasonable command of English.Three very thirsty hours after the Lady Fortescue had stalked off into the distance, disappearing into one of the buildings, the Water Slave came out. This angel of mercy went down the line, starting with the girl at the other end to Francine. All the other four were allowed to drink deeply from the precious flagon. But the Water Slave stopped with Katya. Francine was left to suffer an increasingly horrible thirst. The sun was right. But to be honest, so was I. We carried on kissing, when we realized the bath water had become freezing, and our fingers were becoming prune. We stepped out of the bath, and she wrapped a soft towel around me, and dried off my breasts, and then dropped to her knees, and started rubbing my legs with the towel, while kissing my inner thighs. I was still hot, and I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter once again. She looked up at me, and then gave my clit a flick with her tongue. But I. They both immediately and nonchalantly stripped nude and joined Aunt Jane in the water. I came out a few minutes later: I had gone upstairs to put on my trunks. The three in the pool tried to hide their disappointment but I noticed anyway. We frolicked together in the pool for another hour until Jill and Ted had to leave."So, will you be coming, Joe?" asked Jill.I said that I would be while I was tugging at my tee shirt on and Jill and Ted put their clothes back on. We drove over to Jill's in.