I shot Tim a message, “Interested in a 3sum on Friday afternoon @ Birdie Beach with a bi/curious mate of mine?”Tim’s reply, “HELL YEAH!!!”Ha...aha, that wasn’t the exact words but he thought it was a great idea.I checked back with Alex and told him about Tim who I have written about on my blog and Alex said that he was excited for his first ever threesome. The plan was for Alex to come over to my place, then for us to drive up to Birdie Beach (nude beach about 25 minutes north of my place), meet. For a moment, I can't hear their voices. But a bit more concentration brings their words into focus for my ears, the same way the pictures became more clear to my eyes. I can hear them just fine now. They don't seem to be arguing, or having much of a discussion at all. Instead, they seem to be making romantic overtures to one another. Phrases such as "can't live without you", and "don't ever leave me", seem to be the order of the day. Their like is peppered quite heavily throughout the dish of. Hey, at least that was something I foundrespectable. Maybe she would turn out to be okay. After all, anyonerunning their own business in this economy was surely worthy of respect.My gut was usually correct about these things.As I approached the address, I saw a small wooden sign attached to thegate instructing anyone looking for Miss Amina Capella to come throughthe gate and head for the doorway under the front steps. This must bethe place, I mused. I did as the sign instructed and went. My strength wasn't unlimited, and after her second orgasm, moaning hard into my neck, I walked us over to where I could make out the bed in the moonlight streaming through the window.I laid her flat on the bed, and threw her legs onto my shoulders. Squeezing her legs together made her impossibly tighter and I smiled as she had to bite her hand, in order to stifle her moans. I loved the way she looked, as she tried to keep her noises down. A small part of me wanted to see if I could make her.