Upon seeing us they wave and continue splashing and clowning around. Something about them strikes me as strange and M leans over to me and points out ...hat the women are in fact topless in the surf. That's it, I don't know why I hadn't noticed that - very strange.We set up our towels about 30 metres away from the others and sit down, taking in the beautiful beach, deserted apart from ourselves and the other two couples. As we sit and watch the other couples leave the water and we see that in. Their bodies move to an unheard rhythm. She arches her back, cries escape her lips but he pulls her in closer, to get her in position for utmost pleasure for both. He is unable due to the chair. He needs more room, he cannot hold and touch her everywhere. He uses the last of his control and stands. She wraps her legs firmly around him, his hands underneath her. He heads for the bed. She will not, can not wait any longer and bites his shoulders and neck, and her nails dig and scratch his back.. ”“So, make a play for her,” Marion said.“You gotta be kidding, she’s my step-mom and married to my dad. She would kick my ass.”“I think you could take her.” She said with her usual grin.“Come on, she’s got me by inches and pounds. She’d kill me.”“You might be right, besides you would be so busy getting off on her being so close you couldn’t fight.” Marion started laughing, which made me laugh as well. However, the mental image of a wrestling match with Audrey made me wet.We went back to her. "I said you were acting likeone." Erik began to answer but then though better of it. "I really don't wantto argue anymore tonight." he said calmly, then took a sip from his glass. "Of course not! You know I'm right!" "Look!" Erik said, putting his glass on the coffee table. "Are you spoilingfor another trip across my knee?!" Shannon paused, then gulped down the remainder of her drink before placingthe glass on the table next to his. "Not 'spoiling' exactly." she said. "I think maybe.