She was by the phone, waiting and hoping that Jim had simply lost track of time and wandered off. Candy and I were trying to keep her upbeat, but she ...ould lapse into despair, a few times a day.Finally, a call came in; he was found! However, he was dead. The powers that be, insisted they have a forensic autopsy, but despite this ... there was nothing to be found as how Jim died. They shipped his body to us; Marilyn allowing a prominent pathologist to perform a separate autopsy, but still, no. He nodded. My hands shook and my fingers felt numb as I began working his belt, opening it, then opening his slacks and lowering the zipper. I opened his slacks further, a hand now covering his hard cock through the covering of his white boxer shorts. His breathing was through gasps. My own breath came through panting. There was no doubt we were both hungering for the same action.Despite the locked door and the radio next to the door, our time and action was limited. I had already made up my. Turning after a dozen strokes he found her swimming over him as his legs found the sand beneath the waves again. This time there was no attempt to escape her legs as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders pulling their bodies together.They tasted the sea on each other's lips. Paul's hands slid up her thighs to cup her bum, grinding her against him. As their tongues met she felt him hardening under her while his fingers slipped into her bikini bottoms. His fingertips moved over her smooth. I shoot him a withering look and turn my back on him, only to confront my 3 friends watching with amusement. “Think I’ll go for a walk,” I say as I start off down the trail to the bathhouse. As I leave I hear Chris’s deep chuckle along with snickers from the women I used to call my friends.I walk to a stream surrounded with trees and find a boulder to drop on. I immediately begin to think about the man I walked away from and the feelings he has produced in me in such a short time. I remember.