How can you tell?"Releasing my arm, Cindy reached over with a finger and gently tapped my semi erect penis. With a foxy smile she said, "I can tell."'...This is too much. I'm going to be in BIG trouble. And her father is only a kilometer down the beach.' "I'm going to take a dip to cool off." Without waiting for Cindy's reaction I dropped my briefs and headed into the surf.Out past the breakers I relaxed and floated on my back. Mr. Pecker was now on the lookout for Mistress Pussy. For about a. This time I made the trip in just under 15 minutes. Once there, I was uncertain as to what to do. I just hadn't thought all this out clearly. The last thing I wanted to do was rush in and find my wife being fucked. That would be embarrassing for everyone. I considered staying in my car until Karen called me on my cell phone, which I was certain she would do when she couldn't reach me at my office.I procrastinated for 15 minutes, unable to decide what action to take, if any. At 5:00 PM, I walked. " Jeez, I like sex, but ... wow ... nothing like this slut," the woman said which caused Gail to look away from her glare. "And she has a little boy. Does he know?"Gail looked up quickly and stared at Mr. Young who said, "No, he has no idea that his mommy's a slut. That's the way she wants it. Right, slut?"Gail nodded, once again looking down."But what about your boy?" one of the men asked. "Has he seen her having sex?" Seen her? Jimmy, go behind Mrs. Hudson and lift her skirt for our. I finally worked up the will to turn around, barely managing to breath again.She looked at us, and barked a command, “Okay, now I want you all at attention. Put your legs apart, and lock your hands behind your head.”I remember just barely being able to do it, and how it made me feel even more vulnerable. I was actually starting to shake with fear or embarrassment; I was too confused to know which.Then, she went to the front of the line, with Miss Roberts in tow, and started walking slowly down.