Do you mind?" Not at all," I said, "you look just right to me."When we arrived, I unloaded the car and carried everything the short distance to the b...ach. I began setting up the rods, and Pat put the towels, chairs, and umbrella out. Although it was evening, the sun was out, and it was still warm. Once the baits were out, I walked back to Pat and sat by her side.We chatted and had a couple of beers. It was peaceful, and no-one else was around."That is a lovely top you bought," I said, trying. One of these days, I vow to myself, I’m going to get over my fear and tell you precisely what I want to do for/with/to you. Consequences be damned! You’ll either respond in kind, or never speak to me again. Either way, this torture will end. ~ Friday evening, 10:55 p.m. After another hour or so, things begin to break up. Damn! I hate the thought of separating. My senses are heightened by the prolonged contact, and I feel an intense pang as it is broken. There is just something so cosmically. Even little stuffed animals. Honestly, though, I think it was when we went to the annual school carnival together and I didn't try to hide her, introducing her to all the world gleefully as my girlfriend, which finally brought home the fact that I was right where I wanted to be.We made love that night. I had fucked before, screwed a bunch of bimbos whose names I could barely even remember. I didn't fuck Elaine. We made love.I will admit that it was a bit difficult for me at first; seeing her. I suddenly remembered that I was still in the middle of something with two women.I didn't have much time to consider my surroundings as Bronwen's tongue wrapped itself, then licked my cockhead in dizzying circles of ever heightening pleasure. She stopped then arose gently, shimmied her way over me and once again sheathed me into her cunt. She put her right index finger over her lips as she leaned her head in the direction of Roberta. This was to be our private little morning fuck.Oh my, this.