Tiffany paused for a moment to stare. ‘Is this a nude beach?’ ‘No, why?’ ‘Well, half of the women out there are only wearing a bikini bottom...’ ‘I guess it’s just more socially acceptable here than it is back home.’ ‘I guess.’ Her voice trailed off. Looking around at some of the people on the beach, she chuckled to herself. There was a very attractive but topless woman playing ping-pong against two guys who looked like they were about her own age. She decided against saying anything about how. I am a man," Mike objected."I don't understand the problem," the voice said."What? Are you crazy?" Mike said and then hung up angrily.Mike then approached the closet looking for anything gender neutral.There was a t-shirt, white socks, and women's jeans. He also foundwomen's tennis shoes. "This will have to do," he muttered.Taking the clothes, he placed them on the bed. He still had anunderwear problem. He figured he would just go commando rather than putfemale underwear on. When he was. When I looked back at Ms. Bergman, Sandy she was giggling at me.Feels good, doesn't it?You have no idea.Been a long time?Sadly, yes.Good. More pleasure for me.I had to quit looking at her lust fuelled face but looking down at her perfect titties did not help. And then it got worst as she slowly began to move her hot box slightly up and down on my screaming dick. I could feel her thong pushing on the left side of my dick; she must have pulled it to the side when she was moving to mount. She’d blushed at first and knew she should say no, but her curiosity got the better of her. She agreed that she would, as long as he showed her his penis. So there they were, Luke was sat in the front seat of his car, his flies open and his pants pulled down a little so that she could see the long, soft, pinky coloured flesh that hung there. Lena had expected something a little different, something more exciting, but a deal was a deal and so she unbuttoned her top to his waiting gaze. As she.