If he takes much longer to arrive, he’ll be shit out of luck. Because, I’m not afraid to take care of myself and I’m damned good at it. I hear t...e click of the front door open. He removes his boots and softly pads upstairs. I can’t wait for him to find me. He steps through the bathroom door. I lift the washcloth from my eyes momentarily to watch him look down at me. He strips quietly and steps into the tub. He sits down facing me, back against the faucet as it continues to pour hot water. Off to our left past the smaller headland was the larger portion of Myrtle beach and not a soul could be seen.I selected a nice flat section of sand and began setting up the shelter. K****e had stripped off quickly and was cavorting in the waves for several minutes before I could join her, also nude. It was refreshing and exciting to be nude again and in the cool water. As we ventured around rocks toward the dividing headland, I saw a tanned and bearded man of fairly slight build picking his. Unlike her mom, Billie had neverhad a single back problem ... or, gosh, for that matter, even if Billieput all of her brain (which was admittedly not the most powerful of herattributes) into it, she couldn't remember being sick a day in her life.Billie gathered her long hair, which flowed all the way down to herswaying, beautiful ass, with a scrunchie, a blue elastic scrunchie thatstood out nicely against the near-white of her platinum blonde locks.As her unrestrained F-cup boobs rhythmically. If it was just sex, I certainly wouldn't need all twenty-three of them." Holy shit!" Alice said, spewing coffee everywhere. "Twenty-three? I didn't know there were THAT many!" Uh, oh!" I thought again."Twenty-three?" Alice stammered again."I thought they told you," I said lamely."Nobody can keep twenty-three women happy," she thought to herself in disbelief. Not that she doubted the number, but she was finding it hard to believe one man, a boy to her eyes, could balance twenty-three.