The other hand was sliding up my thigh. When he got close to my pussy I was about to tell him to stop, but then I remembered Ralphs hand on Julias bar... arse, and I said nothing. As Sam caressed my pussy through the thin material of my shorts, I wished that I had worn a short skirt without panties instead of shorts, but when his thumb started to caress my clit I forgot all regrets and just soaked up the feeling. When my orgasm hit me I pressed my open mouth against Sams mouth in an attempt to. This time she too understood that she has no other choice other than spreading her legs to me. She laid on the bed and spread her legs for me. But I had other plans. I told Sheila that, “No slut. It’s not the legs which you have to spread.”She gave a confused look and within seconds she understood what I mean.Sheila: Arjun! You pervert are you thinking the same which struck my mind?Me: I know you are an intelligent slut.Sheila: No Arjun! I didn’t even allow my husband to do that.Me: Wow! Then. Eric drove in and the boys had to hold back their laughter as Graham'scar was at the Pena home. Eric shook his head, telling them, "Don't bughim. If he's here then something big is going on. Just do what we weregoing to do and leave it be."The four went inside and got Reed, who took them over to the Finn homewhere there was more room. Graham noticed the boys and shook his head,telling them, "Don't even ask." Oscar shot back, "Eric already told usnot to so you don't have to tell us. Some of the Island beach stretches are topless, so Carla wore next to nothing out there. Quite often Cheryl accompanied us on our late afternoon outings. While her bathing suit was a bit more conservative than Carla's micro g-string (dental floss looked rather thick compared to the bit of string that ran up and got lost between Carla's ass-cheeks), Cheryl still wore a bikini and it was nice to be in the company of two fine-looking ladies.Carla usually stripped down to her g-string at the beach.