Something about that clearing in the palm grove.”“Can we bottle it up and take it home?”“I doubt that.” I don’t mention that I already tri...ed. Twice. The second time was after we returned, and I locked the Pan Blanket in my bungalow safe. I wagered my left testicle it would be gone by dinner. An impulsive bet that I’m beginning to regret.“When can we go back?” she asks softly, folding her fingers between mine.“After dinner. But there’s one thing...”“I know. Wendy. Will she mind... sharing. ” She pulled me away, downing her drink in one gulp and tossing the cup in a trash can as we headed back into the house. I didn’t even dare look back at Brook because I knew what I would see. Once back inside, Eve made herself another drink, downed it, and pulled me into the heaving mass of pent up teenage hormones that was nearly palpable. We danced for awhile, but Eve kept breaking the rhythm by telling me to ‘hold on’ while she went and got another drink. Before long it was starting to. A more lengthy observation, however, revealed the height of its cut on her long, honey-tanned legs, dips which revealed tantalizing glimpses of cleavage in both front and back, and a pattern of translucent panels that offered a shadowy view of the curved underside of each breast.No, there was no single element of her appearance that could explain his attraction to her, but it was there nonetheless. The more obvious attractions of other women on the beach were irrelevant. She alone seemed to. I began to cum. Now, we all know some orgasms are better than others. Some are just ok. Some literally leave you breathless and some are so intense and feel so fucking good that you think your going to pass out and die. This orgasm was the later. I began cumming and I was euphoric. I could barely catch my breath. Every pulsation which lasted 15-20 seconds felt like the very first. All of my pulsation were intense. It never seemed to taper off. I finished my last pulsating cum inside her and.