Mélanie was daydreaming in the sun on this little beach when she heard this weird noise. Her first instinct was to check up on Sonny but he was still...building the city of the future with his bucket and plastic shovel. The sound repeated itself – a subtle but persistent sound like a rhythmic beat of some drums.She finally succeeded in isolating its origin; her very own carryall.Shoving her arm into the bottom of her carryall, she finally came up with a cell phone.“He ... hello?”“Mélanie? It’s. That made my Mom all the more desirable. From that day onwards I started masturbating thinking about my Mom and tried at every opportunity to see more of her body. My birthday was about a month after my friend Arun and I had seen my Mom's panty when she accidentally exposed herself to us (read part1). After that we had many of my friends(Tarun,Vijay,his brother Ajay,Karthik and Sanjay) joining us on the terrace late at night and we all had push-up contests and every one of my friends got. ’‘Oh, boy,” Amber muttered.“Commander?” the watch officer asked. “Are you alright?”“Yes! I’m fine!” she replied, sounding perhaps a little terse. Then, more apologetically, “What’s your name, anyway?”“Dennis, Ma’am” the watch officer replied. “Dennis Knight.”“Well, Dennis, I’m Amber,” she stated, introducing herself.“Yes, Ma’am, I know,” Dennis, the watch officer replied.“You can call me that from now on, if you wish,” Amber told him.“Yes, Ma’am… um, I mean, thank you, Ma… Amber,” he. Before the blonde kicked me that last time I was genuinely enjoying the pleasure I was giving the brunette. If she wanted to take me home with her at that point as her personal slave I would have gone. It was fairly clear in what was to transpire that she didn’t have the same feelings for me.Once the blonde had got off me I rolled over onto my side to try and regain my breath and protect my sore ribs. A few moments later the brunette had nudged me back onto my back with her foot. ?Come on. .