They pretty much took any concept of romance out of the picture. They also seemed to take for granted that whoever was reading it had an awful lot of ...xperience with women. Oh well, at least it was informative. I read it through twice just to give myself a general idea of what was what and where it was located and what to expect. Then I deleted the whole thing, re-started my computer and opened seven other documents to make sure the title didn't stay in record anywhere. I even cleared the. My change of heart about the supernatural is directly related to that War and the misdeeds of the British to wounded Continental Soldiers.But let me return for a moment to my friends and my quest for the sought after nude beach. You see, being from the western part of Long Island, it was for us, like driving to the end of the earth to get as far out as the desirable beaches of the Hamptons. So we opted for the very famous nude beach on a spur of the Fire Island National Seashore.Even so, it was. ." his parentshad said. Sean thought to himself: "Oh well. I'm heart-broken. Really I am..." He remembered glancing across the table to his brother Kennyand their eyes met. Instantly, they thought as one, simultaneou-sly: sex. Hot, rough, all-male sex. Sean's cock had hardenedinstantly under the dinner table, pushing against the snugcrotch of his jeans. Kenny, too, had stiffened. His sizableprick, while two years younger than Sean's, still packed a nicebulge and the exposed buttons. Yeuch!" Sensible girl. There are some nice boys though." Yeah, I know but I've still got to meet one."Richard dropped the subject but did not forget it.When they got home Deborah made a pot of tea. Annette took hers up to her room to get on with her homework. Richard beckoned Deborah into the study and closed the door."First things first," he said taking her mug and putting it down on the desk with his. "We've been together for four hours and haven't had a kiss since you got home." He held out.