“This is a private beach by invitation only, and I know you have no invitation. It is also a nude beach and you are dressed. I know Arab men are ash...med and never expose their bodies to be ridiculed. So again, get lost,” I replied.“We don’t take orders from anyone and certainly not women. You American women need to learn respect and your place,” he said.The four guards were on the way. The teenager closest reached to grab me by the boob but I was faster. I grabbed the fingers on his hand and. Dad quite openly looked us up and down, his eyes dwelling on our breasts, our legs, and our skimpy skirts, the bulge in his pants from his hard cock clearly visible to both his wife and his daughter, and if anything growing even more."Goodness Helen," he said, "if I wasn't your father I wouldn't know who I'd want to fuck first, your wife, or my daughter........But then, fathers aren't supposed to say things like that, are they?" No, they're not" I replied, "but then maybe most daughters and. We were also doing a little necking, just kissing around and stuff and Frank pops up with, "Hey, I think we ought to play strip poker."Lisa immediately came back with, "Uh, gee, I don't know, that's a little too much."Of course, you know where I stood. I'm a fourteen-year old guy.Frank came right back with, "Well, why don't we play 'Couple Strip Poker, ' then." What's that?" I asked."It's where each couple is paired against the other and each couple loses just one piece of clothing when they. Lying perfectly still on each of the four tables were three women and a man, fully nude, and the food arranged on their bodies like garments, edible attire.When our table was centered in front of me, I couldn't help but notice the woman who had brought it in. Her outfit and makeup were applied with naughty thoughts in mind. She had dark blonde wavy hair that fell to her shoulders. It was pulled back behind her ears, but otherwise nothing held it in place. Her makeup was heavily applied, black.