There was this fantasy I had, I'd be sitting while sipping on well-aged single malt and watching the ebb and flow of life marching resolutely up and d...own the beach.I'd see a person, ambling slowly along as people tend to do on the beach. My eyes would pick out in the gathering gloom a woman, looking familiar. Closer she would come; bending over to look at a shell, maybe wading in the water as one of the waves gave up its life to tickle the toes of a pretty woman. At that point I would realize. "No," I quickly reassured them, "not at all. I want you to feel at home here." See," she told her friend, "she doesn’t mind. You can put yours up too, if you want." No, it’s okay." Monica’s voice was back to its meek self."So what would you like to drink?" I asked quickly, to dispel the weird atmosphere that had been building up in the room."I’m not sure. What do you have?" This time it was Eireen who spoke, not really looking at me."Let’s see. I have juice and water, I think there are still. ” The male voice was grunting, huffing, even straining a little bit. Aside from his voice, there was just quiet. It appeared to be mid-morning, with sunlight coming in from the eastern side of the ranch-style home. The bedroom was on the eastern side, and a stream of sunlight was peeking from the bedroom door that was left ajar. In the hallway in front of the door, lay the family dog Duke, a large, solid black purebred German shepherd.Inside the bedroom, a man in his early thirties with jet. "I have been dreaming of this since the first time I saw you fucking my sister," she said softly."You saw us?" Yes. It was that time you did her in the basement and Julie thought that I was asleep. I sat at the top of the stairs and watched. I wanted you so bad that I couldn't sleep, so while you banged Julie I stole into her room borrowed one of her toys.I took it to my room and began to do myself and imagined it was you doing me. I got so carried away that I popped my own cherry."My cock was.