The table looked innocent enough, like a massage table. It was fashioned solely of metal, wood, and padding, no servo motors or electrical parts. Th... segments that formed the top moved by mechanical means: slides, hinges, levers, and the like. The central pedestal could be cranked up and down with a simple foot pedal. The top was padded like the whipping bench and could be tilted in any direction and spun completely in a circle. Padded sliding extensions provided rests and anchors for. As i peered around i noticed now and again ,heads popping up from different parts of the dunes.there where men looking at me,spying on me from where they lay.this excited me even more,so i thought id better go for a quick dip in the sea to cool off.i walked slowly to where the dunes meet the beach,my cock standing hard in front of me.as i walked my bum wiggled back and forth.i walked onto the beach and entered the water.i waded up to my knees.mmmmm it felt great to be naked and free.i turned. Crowder!”“Ugh ... never mind ... clean that---that---goo from your face first! And it’s Ms. Lamella, if you don’t mind!”Regina didn’t know at first what my mother meant, and then on realizing what my mother was referring too, ran into the bathroom and not bothering to close the door, grabbed a face towel from the towel rack and wiped the semen from her face and breasts, then returned to the bedroom, still nude.I risked a downward glance---I still had an erection. I covered it with my hands. “Okay, time to get back to reality, Dear”. I turned to go back to the dressing room. “Hey, Mom, I have an idea”. Dad is out of town and there is this club that I sometimes go to nearby. Let’s go there dressed the same. It would be fun. You know, Mom and daughter out together as look-a likes”. I won’t go into the details but, for some reason, I agreed. It was sort of a way to bond with my daughter, who was getting older and soon we might not have many chances to do things.