We looked around, shrugged and made our way about fifty feet along the path until we emerged onto another stretch of beach. Though a smaller area it w...as just as nice as the regular resort beach. Looking out we noted the one difference. People sitting, standing, talking, sunning. Each of them completely nude. I looked at Cindy,"Well?" She answered by reaching back and untying her top, then sliding her bottoms off and tossing them in the bag. I could still see some difference where the brief. She had her handy pepper spray in her hand, ready to use it if necessary, but the idea of being approached menacingly by a rowdy predator excited her.Married 15 years, she would never consider having an affair. Still, she had had many in her fantasies. They were harmless and carried her though many a lonely day. And it kind of excited her, knowing that Mexicans were saying in Spanish, "I want to fuck her."He watched her coming up the side trail. His cock stiffened a bit as he glimpsed her white. He watched her busy herself in the kitchen, popping popcorn and getting something to drink. She talked merrily, jumping from topic to topic, apparently oblivious to his gawking. Jack had his wits about himself enough, though, to respond appropriately. After a while she shut off the light and came back over to the family room. She sat down on the floor, leaned up against the far end of the couch, unpaused the movie and began to munch on popcorn."What about me, you little brat," Jack said, trying. Offering Sherry as if she were some sort of gift from your harem was bad enough, but Claire's..." Almost sixteen, Mother," Claire interrupts, "and I begged him to let me accompany him. I'm so happy he accepted." Is this true?" the mother asks Nick, sadness in her eyes."What difference does it make, Nancy?" Harold shouts. "Master favors my daughter." ENOUGH!" Nick bellows, shaking the foundation of the large house. "I am not your master! I don't need your favors or your offerings or whatever.