Her bikini looked very wet. I got behind Joan and pressed my erection into her ass. Joan moaned. The three surfers and I had erections pushing at our ...athing suits. Joan looked around and said Lets all get naked. She was the first to take her bikini bottom off. We did. Mike the perennial surfer had an enormous cock. All the rest of us were pretty regular. Joan led them into the bedroom their cocks bobbing in anticipation. In the room Joan stood surrounded by surfers. She got down on her knees. Rude laughter came frombehind me."Hey, be careful!" Said the person in front of me.I whipped around and glared at the rather large man behind me. Helooked to be in his late twenties and a gym regular. "Watch itasshole!" I growled."You're real pretty when you're angry," he laughed. "How about somejumping jacks so I can watch your tits bounce," he said, leering at mycleavage.I stepped back and covered my chest with my arms."You better back off, jerk!" Seth stepped in front of me. Theridiculous she-male at the store clearly cheated us. This gaudy gown mayput a bit of a spring in our step, but it wasn't worth the cost. We'dhave been just as drop-dead gorgeous without it. And certainly we don'tneed the so-called euphoria it supposedly provides -- our love of self isa more than sufficient source of personal happiness.We primp and we preen a bit in front of a dim mirror. The ghastly humanson this hunk of junk station insist on such bright artificial lightingeverywhere, to. Pretty sure the men at work did, too. And to think, I’d spent all those years afraid to death of her finding out about my Lush hobby.Later, at dinner that evening, I asked her, “What about dinner with Pauli and Connor, you have plans? Like…?”She giggled, “You mean like… strip poker? No, I don’t. I just have dinner planned,” she paused, with a smile on her face, “but who knows…”Yeah, who knows? Somehow, I couldn’t see it being ‘just dinner’.“But,” she started to ask, “I want to know what’s going.