I had no idea what sex even was, but he said I could help, so I was thrilled. I guess I should give you a little background about me before I go any f...rther. My name is Katrina. My parents had me pretty young, when my dad was nineteen and my mom was seventeen. They actually managed to make it through the end of high school and college, even with me, and later, my little brother. My mom is a physical therapist, and my dad is a consulting engineer, so we have a pretty nice house, and I am about. "Somebody said it feels better when somebody else does it to you," Bobby said, and although he said he couldn't remember exactly who said it, I didn't care. I was in love with Bobby, and had always wanted to do exactly what he was proposing."Do me first," Bobby said as we got undressed, and while I had seen him naked plenty of times over the years, this was going to be different.Bobby was about a half foot shorter than I was, and weighed probably 75 less as well. His mother called us Mutt and. After a 20 minutes walk away from the public beach (where no nudism allowed), you can finally be free and take off all your clothes. Few summer ago, I met a friendly Dutch on my way to the beach and had a nice conversation on the bus. He was around 45, married and definitely not my type but like all the other gay men going there, I needed to feel secure instead of being alone so I accepted his offer to sunbathe together. We walked quite far from the crowd of the public beach to a point where we. The day promised to turn quite sweltering by afternoon. Summer was not yet done with South Georgia.Rebecca smiled at Tina's antics. She was wearing a navy-blue, sleeveless button-up top with a white and red anchor embroidered on the chest. White cotton shorts and a silly white sailor's hat perched on her head completed her nautical theme. In spite of the hat, her long, straight brown hair still hung down to the middle of her back giving away her attempt to look like a sailor. She was, at that.