My bra and thong matched well with the clear blue sky, and my clear, glowing skin camouflaged well with the sand.Again I was the center of attraction ...s all the men around were eyeing me like vultures. We took some drinks and strolled across the length of the beach. After walking for a long distance, I got tired and suggested that we should head back or take some rest. But the boys insisted me to continue.They told me that they have a place in mind to sit and relax. I agreed and followed them.. "I don't want to go out with anyone other than you but I'm not going to become a hermit to keep you either, it's your choice?"I dropped my gaze from hers and reached for my coffee. All I could do now was wait for Kirsty to make up her mind.We sat in silence, I sipped steadily at my coffee and Kirsty fiddled with the straw sticking out of her Frappuccino. Occasionally she'd look up, catch my eye and drop her eyes once more.I was beginning to get frustrated, irritated, something anyway as I. All the while, her hand was pumping, and sometimes twisting. She wasn’t messing around, and she was fucking good.I squeezed and caressed her firm breasts, and teased the stiff nipples. A few moans mingled in with her giggles.“God, that’s fucking good,” I groaned.She scrunched up her nose in an adorable way and stroked me even faster.It didn’t take long after that for me to start breathing hard. Her soft hand was sliding up and down my prick fast, and she had just the right grip. Her pointer. The apartment was easy to find on the second floor because of all of the light and sound coming from it. There was a large dinning room, but the dinning table was relatively small to make room for all of the entertainment taking place during dinner. I guess that my first estimate had been sort of correct because the open part of the room was filled with naked boys and girls madly fucking away in all sorts of positions. The missionary position seemed to be the least popular, but one couple was.