I run a personnelagency and have been highly successful for many years. I had alsoinherited some money when my parents were killed in a plane accident...ccident. Ricky had provided well for us, but we had agreed early on inour marriage for both of us to maintain some of our individual money for personal use, gifts, trips, etc.Ricky worked at a large advertising agency and had a high-pressure job.He was very creative and had done well with the agency over the years.He had thought about creating. I thanked him again as I turned right and headed down the hall towardsone of the men's bathrooms. He watched me walk away, smiling thatgorgeous smile, his eyes full of mirth and delight, and I wiggled my hipsa bit more than usual so he could see it.The washroom was empty, with no one else around. There were two urinals,two toilet stalls, a small sink and a mirror. I could see that if Istood in the farthest stall, with the door open, I would be able to seemy reflection in the mirror behind. Lea just smiled and noddedher head enjoying what she knew her father was in for. Sandra quicklygot a large kitchen spoon and began to smack the helpless malestesticles with vigor causing him to jump and grown and yelp.Lea reminded Patricia that he was supposed to sound like a girl andthat Sandra was quite unlikely to cease her smacking until he did. Thehitting went on for some time more so because Sandra so enjoyed it thanthe effort that Patricia was putting into his feminine voice. Once. " Did you see Cora and Tim?" Liz asked. "They were here when we came." We met them on the path," Angelo said. "And we saw Alison and Barry pull into the parking lot, so they're probably right behind us." They're two of our star exhibitionists, Dick," Chet added. "They love it when you watch them fuck. So you don't need to be shy around them. I guess I should ask: I've never seen you do anything more than wank on the beach before, Liz. Did you mind us watching?" Well, I didn't mind. But I don't.