No one says anything about this. It is a secret we share openly; keeping it is a trust we have all accepted. It makes life at the beach a sexual adven...ure with a power I can hardly describe. Jill says it is like fucking behind a glass wall. She loves it and so do I.One summer evening this year, about midnight, we went down to the beach and dropped the towels that were all we wore. We went out into the water, swam for a few minutes, but without much interest. We had come to the beach to fuck,. " He'd be smiling as he said such things, and he'd be saying that just moments before was close to ejaculating (which he could sense); and then, just at the point where I was as close as I could come to having an orgasm---Richard would just stop stroking and teasing my cock! Those were the moments that were both agonizing, as well as exhilarating; and though by then I was in the very throes of the most intense sexual frustration imaginable, there was something incredibly enjoyable about being. It's one of the most erotic moments of your life.She then collapses onto the table, and pulls you down with her. Then there are a thousand hands all over you. You don't know - or care - whose hands they are. You are locked into an erotic experience and you don't want it to stop. You are roughly moved so that you're face down on the table with your legs hanging over the edge. You look back and Curt has your legs spread and is moving his cock toward your cunt. He enters you with a single thrust. . What about Alex? I saw you disappear with her for a long time at the end of the night too”I smiled back at her, and again said “nothing ... happened”She just looked at me, shook her head, and said “You’re such a horndog, I feel sorry for those girls”“What? Why?” I asked.She answered “They come to a party to swim and tan and have some fun, and end up going home with everybody thinking they just hopped into bed with you. Not good for the reputation”“NOBODY HOPPED IN BED!” I protested.