I then turned onto my stomach and felt the warm sun all over my body. I continued to sip my wine, watch the kids and enjoy the feeling of being naked.... Well all good things must come to an end when all of a sudden a pickup truck drove right out on the beach and three guys got out. At first I thought it was some beach patrol but then I realized they were all drinking beer and laughing at me. They were saying things like, hey baby, this isnt a nude beach. I struggled to cover up but i hardly was. I take them home with me and wear them, fondle myself with them and masturbate in, on and with them. I don’t know how many gallons of semen I have squirted into her big luxurious and silky nylon lingerie. I should have known that she would find me out and did. But she never told me for years, until one evening I excused myself and went to the upstairs bath to relieve myself. I did my usual rummaging through the hamper and came up with a couple of pairs of panties. I smelled of the gussets and. He explained that his wife had been a bit frisky the night before and he failed to get his usual amount of sound sleep.He posed the question of just how much of sex was "work" and how much of it was "pleasure?"A Major chimed in with 75%-25% in favor of work.A Captain said it was 50%-50%.A Lieutenant responded with 25%-75% in favor of pleasure, depending upon his state of inebriation at the time.There being no consensus, the colonel turned to the Private First Class who was in charge of making. She was leaning right in and was lifting her leg to balance in a provocative way, her short skirt rising as she did so. I bent down to tie my shoelace - not that it needed tying - and I was suprised that I could not see even a hint of pantie.I quickly made up my mind and moved towards her. "Can I help you with that?" I asked trying to look as if it was the thing she was trying to reach that I had my eyes on and not her nipples pushing her top out like thimbles. "Yes" she said, "I am trying to.