Watching the rise and fall of the cream white flesh was having its effect on me, by now she had lathered her hands and started to work her hands up my...right leg. This was also having an effect as the open legged shorts offered no boundary lines for her hands as they disappeared under the leg opening. Still looking down I could see the cream white of her breasts starting to glow with a red flush. This happened at the same time as her index finger made contact with the valley formed by my thigh. I'd never met himpersonally before, but his reputation went before him. His realname was James Godolphy, but everyone just called him Godo(although never to his face). He was just over six feet tall a good six inches taller than me and built like the proverbialbrick shithouse, with a face which looked as though it had oncebeen really ugly, before being hit with a sledge-hammer. Legendsaid that he'd been given the facial adjustment when he playedrugby, and that after extracting revenge on his. Not taking my eyes off him, I slid a finger deep inside my cunt and, matching his rhythm, started fucking myself. Looking around, I could see that each person on the beach was now engaged in sexual pleasure, either alone, as a couple or in small groups. If it hadn't been hot before it certainly was now. The sounds of moaning, panting and the occasional scream filled the air. Looking back to the original couple, I saw that the man who had been watching had joined them and was now burying his. I never thought that hewould still have the posters hanging in his room. But after what he hadtold me on Tuesday, I shouldn't have been shocked."I'll take them down now," he said. I could hear the sadness in hisvoice though as he started walking toward where they were hanging.Taking them down was the last thing he wanted to do."No!" I ordered him. If having the posters up helped in any way, then Iwas okay with them being there. "It's okay! Would you like me to signthem?"He lit up at my offer,.