I opened my eyes ruefully, could I not even die in peace? And there, kneeling before me, was Mindy in her little panties and halter top."You poor guy,... she said, smiling luminously through the darkness, "you're shivering so… you need to warm up! Come with me…"She took me by the hand and I blindly followed, wondering how I was going to get warm, the only thing that mattered in the world to me at the moment. She led me the few feet to her & Robin's zipped together sleeping bags and then had me. There were just few people sunbathing naked. There was a couple kissing. Looking at them I started feeling a little horny. I decided to go in the dunes and see if there is anybody there. I was alone so I decided to lie down and play with myself for a bit.I sat on the towel and took my dress off. I kept my bikini bottom on and lied on my back. I closed my eyes and imagines that I was the girl from that couple that I saw earlier. I started stroking my tits thinking that his hands were touching. She was elegant and very professional looking and I harbored no illusions she was gay until..."Are you here for Pride Week," she asked, her "Fuck me" eyes sparkling. "Of course," I answered, looking around to make sure no one else heard me. Old habits are hard to break."Would I be too bold if I asked you to watch the parade from my apartment? I live in this brownstone with a perfect view of....anything you wish to see. Anything," she concluded with a smirk.I never participated in track but I. Further down, the betrayalof moisture trickling down her inner thighs, with droplets on the floor beneathher, said she was nothing without sex. Her body pulsed in unison with her throbbingclitoris, as she hung from the cleat. She was desperate for human touch, anytouch, whether it be the bite of a clamp, the sting of a whip or the frictionof his cock impaling her. He rose, moving the chair aside. He traced the insides of her legs, fromankle to crotch, with the flimsy leather at the crop's tip..