“We were getting a little bored out here all by ourselves.”Susie gave me a look I knew all too well, but I pretended not to notice. The three of t...em plopped down in the sand and struck up a conversation. I shared the last of my beer with them, much to their delight. But I think they were even happier ogling my wife, and to my delight, the did not work to hard to hide it.“Shit, your wife is easy on the eyes. You are a lucky guy.” Rob said after a while.I noticed he did a lot of the talking. He. The movies were a walk in the park in comparison. Spencer couldn’t tell you how long he had what people would call a gift, but it was long enough to help push him toward a little growing up. ‘Mommy, we need to get off this bridge and away from here,’ he says looking at his mother with tears welling up in his eyes. ‘My God honey, what’s wrong? Why are crying?’ Thinking she would think his imagination was running wild again, he says, ‘I’m scared the bridge won’t be here much longer.’ With that. My lips were warm and numb, and not so perfectly glossed anymore. My heart was beating fast and I’m sure I was blushing as my face felt flushed. At some point, somehow, he pulled me to a standing up position and kissed me deeply while we stood in front of the couch. His hands were around my waist and feeling my body as he kissed me deeply and hard, already putting a dominant foot forward.I felt him pressing his body against mine and to my surprise I did the same. He was clearly quite turned on,. Go on, I dare ya.”“I’m not into that gay queer shit. But this thing, it’s dressed up like a tart. It’s just begging.”“Whadya say girls?” the other male voice throws down the challenge.“Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it…” I hear two female voices start to chant in tandem, with a frighteningly frenzied sense of purpose.“Yeah, just look at it. It deserves my cock up its ass. OK, I’ll do it. Come on then. Flip it over and hold it down. My cock is gunna go in.”His words were effected bravado to impress the.