Most of all I needed to get rid of these damn jeans. It took literally seconds to say hi to my dad and step mom, and change in to a skirt and halter t...p. I left the jeans and my wet panties in a heap on the bedroom floor, my sweat shirt and bra tossed on to my bed, and hurried back outside to the car, and Rodger.He had gotten in to the back seat while I was changing, and like earlier, his pants were down around his ankles, and he was stroking his cock. I slid in beside him, my skirt riding up. I think I was about to enjoy a bit of water play...Liz and I made our way back down the beach to Club Orient where we had left our things with new friends Helen and John. We had spent most of the afternoon with the folks who were our parent's age and even joined them for a nude walk the entire length of Orient Beach.Knocking on the door of their bungalow, we were invited in. Helen met us at the door. She looked a bit frazzled."Is everything okay?" asked Liz."Not really," she answered. "We had a. They're not trying to substitute for Pat in my life, they've given me a life after Pat.The first morning ... the day after Pat's accident. Dave ... affirmation of life. I cried. I cried for losing my Pat. I cried for being alone. I cried because Dave and Lita told me that I was loved and wanted and Dave was inside me and Lita was in the bed with us, kissing us both, touching Dave in ways that she knows will make him come in me.Since then the three of us have made love many times. The day the. Her hands came up upon his hands as she kept them firmly in place. She felt him ejaculate, she felt her urgent need crystallise before the fire raged through every part of her body. Her nipples engorged and tingled with electrical impulses, her breasts warmed through, her pussy was pulsing and red hot and those exploding chrysanthemum fireworks were let off in her mind.The bedroom was awash with expletives, some of which came quietly from her earphones.Matt had to watch his spunk shoot from the.