I couldn’t help it. He was a beaut bloke.We talked some more, just general chat.It was hot, lyin’ still in the sun. “I’m cookin’,” said Ma...tie, leverin’ himself up from his towel. “I’m goin’ in for a quickie.”“A quickie, huh?” I replied. “I’ll come with you.”He gave me a sharp look then laughed. “Puns are us, huh?”Damn. Mustn’t make risqué jokes.The water was chilly. We dived into the first big wave comin’ in and it was all blue and green and icy after the heat on the beach.Mattie yelped and. ~Joan and I had taken this way past the point of no return, and I knew that every challenge, rebuttal, and redirect had become some kind of angry, twisted, lust-driven foreplay. I also knew that if I had just kept my mouth shut, Joan would have been so horny from Dave hitting on her all night, and getting away with her stolen kiss, that I would be lying next to her, in our bed, spent from getting my brains fucked-out! ~"I didn't hear Pete say stop? Did you, Dave?" Joan rhetorically asked,. His tongue set up a steady rhythm, circling her clit, then dancing over it, then back to circling. She groaned at the pleasure, and he grinned, then licked harder. "Oh ..." she said, and again "oh..." and then cried out a third time "ohhh..." as she came. There was nothing "mini" about this orgasm; it raced through her body, hot like the water cascading down her back. He slowed, but did not stop his ministrations, and she knew there were more orgasms on the horizon. But first... She pulled him. .The leader said, "Well we are seldom surprised after running a check onsomeone but the crossdressing did take us back."I replied curtly, "My personal habits, however peculiar you may findthem, do not justify your holding me prisoner."He replied, "No you are correct, but if you are willing to indulge us bybecoming your alter ego, I can arrange a meeting with the person we areworking for fairly soon."Puzzled I replied, "What would my dressing as a woman have to do withsuch a meeting?"He replied.