It was very nice being not as crowded as at the weekend. After I stripped off I got the usual attention from the gay men on the beach. I was just at t...e base of the pebbly mound using the slope to lie at an angle. I am terrible as I let my legs inadvertently swing open from time to ‘air’ myself. This occasionally attracts eyes but I am used to it now and don’t actually mind provided they don’t block my sun or try talking to me. After about five minutes I put on my sun cream which usually gets. But these weren't "aging veterans." They were, for the most part, established stars in the absolute prime of their careers. Their great center fielder, Jim Edmonds, had retired the previous year, but they still had the monstrous slugger, Albert Pujols -- clearly a Hall of Famer in waiting, and Scott Rolen, the third baseman who had, in the past few seasons, fulfilled all his early promise as a potent offensive force.They had a left-hand hitting center fielder -- Edmonds' replacement -- who had. She gasped at the feeling of soft skin and rushed out of the shower to look in the mirror. Brown eyes of a knockout beauty looked back at her and made her gasp. Lips were soft looking, and her hair was a magnificent shimmering gold again. It was long and sank past her shoulders down to her ass. She could stand tall again, not hunched over by long years of hardships she had endured. Her leg was twitching, and it felt so good as it went up in down in a blinding motion. Hands roamed up her. She was getting a very relaxing feeling. The tension in her toe and fingers ceased and it felt very light. Peter was lifting her feet and working on it.She can feel his breath on her soles. Lying on her belly she can barely move and was under full control of Peter. Now she realized that her sole and finger rubbing is making her arouse as feet were her turn on point. Peter rubbed his whole oily palm on her soles in long motion.Even she twitched a little 2-3 times and she felt very embarrassing.