Stacy pulled away from him, his soft cock finally plopping loose of her tight little orifice with a sad wet sound. James grinned inwardly at the sound..., but Stacy simply said, "I'll take care of her," and pecked him a quick kiss on the mouth. She took only the time to snatch her shorts and shirt, and then ran off down the beach after her sister, yelling, "Nat, wait!"James rolled onto his back and closed his eyes against the sun. Once again, he nearly dozed off to the rhythmic sound of the ocean. " "No, no. We might physically feel good, but emotionally we are getting torn up," I cried. She stood up, roamed to me and wrapped her arms around me. "Don't worry, Ashley. We're just making each other feel good," she told me. She let me go and backed away so our faces were only a foot away. My face went down slightly with a grin and I lifted it back up a minute later. "I'll won't make you do anything you don't wanna do," she said, leaning forwarded. "I promise, I just know you want it deep. He was out of practice. Those were the first words he’d spoken out loud in a month at least.She opened her eyes, and then closed them again. She didn’t move. He carefully reached down and tried to pull the blanket back from her a little.No one, he thought later, no one had ever taken him by surprise as well as she did. When everything stopped, he was frozen, extremely conscious of the knife at his throat. She was sitting on top of him, holding a butcher knife on him. And she was still sick, her. With so many lovely, nude females around him it wouldn’t have mattered if they had added another hundred years ... the girls of BSC were just that good. Now he was sitting opposite another exceptionally pretty one, and not only that she had just jerked and sucked him off. How much better could life be? Once again Stephen Bartell had no idea about what was just around the corner for him and just how much better life at BSC was going to get!His dreamy train of thought was interrupted by Latoya’s.