However as she turned to get up, a shadow fell across the patio chair."Hey sexy." Sarah had to take a deep breath and relax to ease her heartbeats bac... to normal. She grabbed up her towel and tried to pretend the man now standing in front of her hadn't just seen every inch of her. She realized that it was Michael, the man she had met at the pub. Although she wouldn't mind being naked with him, she would have liked a little warning. "I rang the doorbell but nobody answered. I heard the radio, so. Anything was better than the Kingfisher in India, but this really was good."Does life get any better: sitting in the middle of the Indian Ocean, topless women all around, a perfect beach, and a cold beer in my hand?" I asked George. We bantered for a bit before he was distracted by one of the topless sunbathers ordering something in French.While I had been talking to the bartender (one of my rules in life, always make friends with the bartender), a red headed woman had taken a seat at a table. However, I especially liked watching a woman sharing masturbation with another woman. There were many ways they would do it... Like lying next to each other while reaching over to the other’s pussy and staring lustfully into each other’s eyes... or something a little more intensely exotic, like two women with their legs forked together, pussy on pussy, in a ”sissor grind.” Have you ever seen two women do that in the same room with you? That's why guys paid to come to these parties! Sharon was. ” She pulled her down onto her lap. “Are you going to take my temperature?” she asked in a mocking voice. “Have you got your thermometer?” She lifted up her skirt and was naked underneath. “Take it with your tongue,” she purred. Helen knew what she was expected to do. “This one obviously doesn’t believe in foreplay,” she thought to herself. She went down on the woman’s shaved vagina, slowly and gently at first, using her lips on the woman’s outer lips. She inserted her tongue into the woman’s.