Phir mene blouse khola toh mere maan me kuch hua aakir mard hu but emotions ko control kiya par jab blouse phenaya toh pta chala ki woh ek size chota ... m takkat se band karne me laga ki usme mera haat bra ko touch ho raha ek bar do bar teen baar ki lo ban gya tent maa ne pucha kaha se laya blouse toh mene unko btya toh woh boli ki woh 2 saall phele k hain mene kaha ab kaha se lau ..Aur room se bhar aake lund ko adjust kiya akkir maa hi yaar phir dusra blouse leke aaya toh woh unko phena diya. Admiring it and all its glory. I was actually considering grabbing the soap and washing it for him. I imagined my hand gliding over it and jerking him while he told me what a good boy I was. I pictured me using both hands because that was the only way to lift it all. Thats when I realized... This was no imagination. I was ACTUALLY jerking him off. I had the soap in one hand and was holding his cock up in the other. I was loving every second of it and he obviously was too because he was saying. I heard some female voices and as I got closer I found that they weren't on the beach, they were in a little hollow made by the dunes, just before the dunes. It didn't look like they saw me but what I saw were two older, say 20's, women lying on blankets face down with their tops off. Two other girls, teenagers, were sitting up talking, one topless the other not. I quietly turned around and went back to my car.I did a U turn and went back up the beach about a quarter mile and parked. Got. Then the six of us made up the threesomes for the dashing white sergeant. We danced together a lot but also with the others in the group and by the interval my lady was looking quite hot in the literal as well as the figurative sense. As we helped ourselves to the buffet fare that was laid out on a line of trestle table quickly brought out for the purpose Flora excused herself and said to Kirsty"Grab me something for when I get back."When we were seated with our food and drinks I asked Kirsty.