Loud music indicated that the party was already in full swing. Arrows directed the partygoers to the beach behind the house. Young men hurried to hand...Christine and Angie drinks almost as soon as they appeared at the back of the house.Well remembering their morning, neither woman drank much — just enough to get a good buzz. They spent the day admiring bronzed young men and attractive women in various states of undress, joining in volleyball games and dancing the day away. It was a little cold. Her words came out broken and unintelligible. The red dress had been removed in the struggle, leaving her completely naked, save for the red heels. Her sex felt cool and moist. It was still damp from her unwanted arousal, and Andrea's wandering tongue. The taste and aroma still lingered on her cum-painted, face.The gray haired man entered the room. He was naked save for a long, crimson, open robe. His cock dangled precariousness from its opening. At half-staff, it was a good 9 inches in. Additionally, every article of clothing is a twin to what I’m wearing, down to the sizes. Additionally, there is a small towel. ‘Well,’ I say, peeling my sweat-soaked damp blouse off, ‘I suppose this explains why we were segregated by gender.’ I strip down to nothing, and use the towel to rub myself vigorously, removing as much of the sweaty aftermath of the last test as possible. While I’m putting on the fresh clothes, I happen to glance at Ron, who, as it turns out, has apparently been avidly. I figured it was Billy. There were only two other people in the house that night, so I had a good chance of being right, so I didn't think anything of it, and went back out to the kitchen. Was I wrong. There stood Mel. Right at the fridge, getting herself some water. My dry mouth kicked into over-drive, and my nerves jumped right into action. She was wearing that damn robe, and I was only wearing my boxer briefs. “Hey-well, hello!” she said as she turned to look at me. “Uh, hey.” I said as I.