And Jenny looked hot in a mint green sleeveless polo and tight white skirt. We agreed to pair up again. By the turn we were both feeling the affects o... the weather. Braless under a now sweat wet polo, the pleasant outline of her hard nipples were too noticeable to ignore. The site produced a bit of hardening of my own. Noting my stares, she said, “I apologize for the distraction.” “I’m sorry,” I replied. “It was rude.” “I’m flattered, nevertheless,” she said, glancing at my tumescence. “I’m. He started to talk to himself obviously fantasying about something It was about that time I remembered I was not the only one watching the show I looked in Jen's direction to see her hand in her shorts and she was working as feverishly as he was I could barely make out the grimace on her face as she tried to remain silent then a dull roar from the beach as I looked to see Kevin unloading streams of goo from his impressive tool and to my surprise I heard him call out Jen's name. My attention. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard Marcus’s voice. “Well, I’m in if you’re serious about it. Is everyone OK with this?”Jenny chimed in, “I’m cool with it, of course. We could just strip down to our underwear so things don’t get too weird.” She turned towards Robert, “Robert, are you fine with that? We could always find something else to do if you’re not.”Robert’s mind was whirling. He had never imagined himself as the sort to take part in such things. However, he did not want to. When he dreamed of playing center field at Yankee stadium, so did several of his buddies: again, no surprise there.But now that nature bestowed erections on Peter, his dreams got downright personal.Fortunately, Peter's dreams only broadcast to his other "dream participants", if they weren't fictional. When Peter pretended to kiss Karen, the class hottie, only Karen had the same dream, no one else.Peter began putting two and two together when Karen began showing a keen interest in him right.