I walked back onto the beach quite self consciously but also feeling the sun warming the area where my trunks usually covered and the caress of the co...l sea breeze between my legs, almost gently massaging my testicles. It felt great.As I started to walk along naked I felt I could look closer at the other naked people on the beach. I particularly liked the women who were probably in their twenties or early thirties with shaven / waxed vulvas given that the only really good view I had before were. "My legs are long and slim too." Sis," I said, "you have a great body."What I said was nothing short of the truth."So with all this why won't that bastard ring me up," she said. "Fucking men."There was not a lot I could say to consol her so I kept my mouth shut and just stared in awe at her exposed body."I suppose you and that blond girl are getting plenty?" she asked covering herself up at last.The blond girl she was referring to was my girlfriend Trish and to date we both still. "He"--the emphasis again was subtle but obvious--"will have the seafoodpasta, and give me a half-order of the stuffed shrimp and a cup of gumbo. Ranch on the salads. Iced tea for me and water for the boy." She wassmiling playfully when she referred to me as "the boy," but Tonya giggled,and I blushed.My blush deepened as Tonya turned her attention to me and asked withanother giggle, "Is that right, boy?" It sure is," I answered with a smile."Nice to see you, Ken," Tonya added, reducing any. "Jan," he turned to face her. "I'm obviously very upset, but it's not just at your anguish. It looks like I'm in the same position."With that, he dumped a dozen photographs in Janet's lap. She picked them up and gasped, tears coming to her eyes. There before her, were pictures of George and Marge locked in sexual embraces. She quickly averted her eyes. The scenes before her were like acid to her soul. In a fraction of a second she had the proof that she needed, but desperately did not want."But.