" What is she talking about? Miss Cara squats down next to Stacy and slowly runs her hands up Stacy's legs. "I don't need you to–" Stacy mumbles as ...ara's hands disappear under her new skirt. "I know," Cara retorts in a babying voice, "you're a big girl. But you're making this harder than it should be." Cara's fingers find Stacy's panties and slowly peel them down off her pelvis. Oh. Oh no… Stacy feels dizzy as the blood leaves her head. Suddenly, she can only feel her pulse beating wildly in. There were now 14 or 15 guys on the beach, and they seemed to be relaxing around our spot. A couple of the guys took off their shirts and started wading out into the waves towards my location, what should I do??? I was starting to panic, when the 3 guys that had waded out got closer to me, I had no idea what I would say or do – caught naked by a pretty large group of guys. How embarrassing, I decided the only thing I could do is head to shore and make my way past the group of guys and get my. I want you and am ready to devour you. What would you like me to do? Don’t answer. I am going to tell you what I am going to do. My hands are caressing your body …from your already erect nipples …slowly down your chest and over your belly …to your very aroused and hard shaft. Oh, my darling, what I wouldn’t do to feel that pre-cum oozing from your thick, hard cock. To have my fingers wrapped around that stiff shaft as my fingers tease the ridge of that swollen head of your beautiful penis.. Where IS she? It’s already 7:18 and she was supposed to arrive around 7:00. Remembering one of the rules we set for ourselves was no texts or calls past noon. Whose idea was that anyway? Seemed like a good idea at the time… to make it feel more like we were separate individuals and not deeply in love. Ok, so no texting to “see where you are” type of stuff. This was supposed to play out like a real event, right? You are supposed to be Mr Joe Nobody in a random bar on a random evening after.