“So there’s no hard feelings, why don’t you both comeback to my place and have a drink,” said Debbie.My mind was racing. What ...bout pictures, after-shaveand other manly traces of my existence. Debbie was in full flow. “I live with my brother buthe’s away for the weekend so it will be nice to havethe attention of two gentlemen for a chat.”The word chat was said rather suggestively and mymind was racing. Surely she wasn’t actually going tolet. We still never discussed what was happening between us.I had one particularly close friend and she lived across the street and 2 houses down, and we often got together for coffee and discussion. Both of us knew that we could talk about anything to each other in complete confidence that it would go no further. After I had almost let my son feel me up in front of the TV I decided that I needed to confide in someone and seek some guidance and my friend was the obvious choice. Her status was. I could feel the bathing suit sticking to me as I kept walking along. Soon I found a secluded area between a rocky cliff and a tall dune. I was hidden from all directions and I had walked so far I didn’t see anyone else around anymore anyway. I laid my blanket on the ground.I took my dress off and got on my knees in the sand. I looked like I had just been swimming. I felt gross, but also amazing. I put some lotion on my shoulders so I wouldn’t burn and I lay down on my stomach on the blanket.. She pointed at her pussy and her asshole noting that those areas were not covered in nylon and were, therefore, off limits. She also instructed Kris that he was not permitted to remove any of the nylon outfit to get to any part of her anatomy, so if he wanted to play with her tits or ass cheeks, it had to be through the nylon. He agreed as he began to feel the slick, slightly rough texture as he played first with her tits and then began to suck the nipples through the material. Kim found the.