All the way to the beach I could feel his eyes glancing in my direction. I was very proud of the fact that he thought I was pretty and the way he was ...ooking at my skimpy bottoms. I guessed he thought I was a little sexy too.When we got to the beach, I helped him carry our stuff down to the water's edge and then ran into the surf. It felt so great. I splashed around in the water for a while then walked out to where my grandfather had set up our stuff. The cool wind did a thing to my nipples. We had a small giggle and rode past but as I, looked it appeared that he was tied to the tree.At the cars, my friends loaded their bikes and left so I got on my bike and cycled back to where the guy was. "Hey, do you need any help?" I asked expecting someone else to appear out of the bushes.“Oh thank god you came back, I thought I was gonna be here all night"!”He looked a little distressed so I started to untie the ropes around his hands then sank to my knees and started to undo the ropes. " "I'm Jenny Anderson" she smiled "Spinster of this Parish and, as you can guess, inmate of the Bloody Tower". This latter was a reference to the Victorian architecture of her school, which resembled a medieval castle. It had been built by some 19th Century Industrialist with more money than taste and taken over by the School in the 1920's. We entered the Cresta Run and found a table. I fetched coffee from the bored-looking drone behind the counter and sat down to gaze in wonder at this. Bengt went straight to her and I could't belive what I saw when he dropped his shorts and exposed his hard on to Ulla. She looked at him and and he sat down talking a bit, but I couldn't hear what they said. Ulla went into the water and Bengt was laying there exposing his erected cock to Her. After a while she got up and Ulla started to got dressed, so I went back to my bike to not getting caught. Went back home for breakfast and after 30 minutes my brother entered, and I asked where he has.