They got undressed and the girl got comfortable on her back with one knee up in the air and the other flat on the ground but they were obviously sprea... and open for anyone to see. Within a few minutes a young fully clothed teenager, a guy in a Speedo, and a nude guy in a beach chair sat between us and the couple. My wife and I were lying on our stomachs watching the vultures when another guy sat behind our chairs and disrobed. He had a backpack in front of him to make a half hearted attempt to. I remain un-impressed and rather annoyed that you have the audacity to come between a man and his TV.You sit down loosely on the coffee table that sat in front of me, discouraged by my reaction, or lack there of. I scoot to the side and regain eye contact without whatever beloved rerun happens to be on.Your whole expression suddenly changes as a devilish twinkle appears in your eye. "I was reading in Cosmo that guys think it’s hot to see girls masturbate." You begin to rub your inner thighs. Said Robin. "Of course we aren't gay either, honey. Isn't it wonderful, besides I can't see any man resisting those gorgeous tits of yours unless he was gay. But they are all mine." said Jack. With that Jack kissed him again, groping his supposed breasts, and then let him go. Robin was in a daze. His body and mind were fighting an internal Civil War without the guidance of Ulysses Grant and Robert E Lee. He was a man damn it, and he liked girls, no matter what he had felt or anyone. Moving carefully to avoid upsetting said canoe he eventually stood, reached down and carefully pulled up his shorts from down at his ankles. Grabbing the gun'ls he equally carefully stepped over the crossbrace and back to the stern seat of the canoe, sat down gently and picked up his paddle.After he had knelt down on the bottom ribs of the boat Ruth was able to sit up enough to grab her shirt and shorts from the bow and cover her delicious body. As she moved about in doing so the moonlight.