You put on your white bikini and a T shirt. We went out on the deck and could see the glow from the beach fire. We walked to the party. There were abo...t thirty people there, the majority of them seemed to be in their early twenties. It was a wild party scene. The young women had on tiny bikinis and a number of them were topless. You saw the topless ones and promptly took off your T shirt and bikini top. Around the fire it was a typical late night beach party. There were couples on blankets. I think the hotness of the night made me get worked up quicker and I could feel myself getting closer and closer. I looked over to the guy and he was working just as hard as I was. There we were fucking on the same bed, same position and same rhythm. I couldn't hold it any longer and neither could my wife. We both let out loud groans as we both started to cum on each other. My cock became to throb very hard as I pumped my cum deep into her pussy. Her pussy, in turn, started to grab my shaft. " "Don’t worry!" I said, grabbing the opportunity to both have an opinion on the topic and to say something flattering. "Women in general sweat a lot less than men do, especially through their feet," which I knew was true because I had overheard it in a shoe store once. "Men’s feet stink like rats, but women’s feet have almost no odour whatsoever." "Is that so?" the pretty girl said indifferently. The other girl tried to explain, "But you see, there is something about the nylon fabric. Maybe. She knew that she was taking a chance that she'd lightthe fuse to something explosive in him when she called. But there was noone else who would have had the same instinct as she did to protectMarcia."Thank you Walt. We'll get through this. All three of us. I just know wewill."Walt laid a big arm over Grace's fragile, bony shoulders. He pulled herclose, his eyes never leaving the hateful message scrawled across thewindow."Of course we will," he said.Inside, though, he wasn't so sure.Marcia.