Undeterred I said “I'm going over there,” and my friend protested that “without a bridge, how?” I sat down on the leafy path and took my shoes... and socks off and I waded out into the mud. Well... That was just the beginning of it... The feel of the oozing, squelching, black, pond mud on my feet and legs made my dick twitch and stir, and I had a hard job hiding it when my scardy-cat friend finally decided to come over to the island. Anyway, that got me thinking. The next chance I had to be home. Well, I'm sleeping and I wake up, feeling totally refreshed. I sit up, then realize my bikini top was still undone. Slightly embarrassed I tied it back up, giving a few of the guys walking along the beach a free peak. After all, I am one hot babe, and all the guys drool all over me. For some reason, that seemed a little odd to me, but I didn't care. I wiped my long blonde hair back, and stuck my large breasts forwards, catching the eye of all the young studs nearby. I was looking for. It was when I considered what she did against what I had been told all my life was good or bad based on societies expectations that I started feeling bad about things. I decided that I was letting society make too many decisions for me. I could determine what I did or didn't like. As long as no one was coerced into something they didn't want and we didn't hurt our "public' positions and we had a few ground rules about some things that I found personally repulsive, scat play, involving children,. It worked. Her eyes sparkled mischievously and she shot me a warm smile. “Well, my darling, buy me a drink and I won’t sue for your whiplash,” she purred. I offered her my arm, and she took it. “Name’s Jay,” I professed. “Mmm, sounds yummy. I’m Desiree.” My heart nearly exploded in my chest. “What are you drinking?” I asked her as we reached the tacky aged bar. “Strawberry daiquiri, for starters,” she said sexily. She was being so forward that I started to worry that she was a hooker herself,.