And this idea really tintillated some of those gals back in the early seventies. The man let it generally be known that he would be available on Sunda...s, at some particular time, I'd guess about one in the afternoon. In the middle of the nudist beach! And there were always about ten girls volunteering. I suppose he picked the one he wanted. If you were not the prettiest girl there you could feel good about getting up the courage, but still didn't have to let yourself get fucked with two. Then it began, one push and I couldn’t breathe, a moment later he was back against my lips again. This wasn’t the relentless fucking that I’d more often experienced, it was intentionally slow, with no steady rhythm and no chance to adjust and feel comfortable. This was a man who clearly understood how to challenge someone. For what felt like forever I lay there waiting for the change, to know that I’d pleased him and to feel that moment when it becomes clear he is about to cum. But no, one. Miles groaned with frustration but withdrew to pick up the bedside handset. It was a terribly distressed, virtually inarticulate Dee, almost unable to explain that John was dead, run down (by a drunk driver it later transpired) while out jogging.The following days were a nightmare. Dee – really Diane but known as Dee since she was a child – not only had no brothers or sisters, her widower father was elderly and reclusive. Miles and I were her only viable relatives, and we were more than two. She wanted to know if we were a couple or if either of us were available. I told her we were just old high school friends experimenting with each other this weekend. She said sounds fun!! and hinted that she was very interested in hanging out with us tonight. She gets off at 11 and it's already 10:30, so if you aren't interested we should take off very soon. I paused for a minute, asked Beth what she thought of the idea. Beth smiled and said you only live once.... I say we do it. I followed her.