I started doing the same, rubbing up and down the length of my hardness.Now let's take a break while I explain a few things. First, neither of us was ...gay and we lived in a small southern town where homosexuals were refered to as 'faggots' and if the truth be told, I was a bit of a homophobe myself. To be caught touching oneself with another guy would have been humiliating. Secondly, it wasn't just the sexy women posing so provocativly in that magazine that was turning me on. It was also the. She started to walk up the beach and it looked like she was coming right towards me. As she got closer she veered to the side a little and settled on a chaise two away from mine. I played it cool and read my book. She dried a little and got out a book and sunglasses. But she was searching for something else."Excuse me?" she said to me.I looked and her and said "Hello" She answered hello back, got up and walked over to where I was sitting. She say on the chaise next to mine and said. "I have a. ...I got to the bedroom after getting home and saw my wife wanting to surprise me after seeing me down for the last couple of weeks but she was the one in for the surprise as Marcus and all the guys he had brought with him pushed me out of the way as all the them quickly came into our bedroom.They had the bed surrounded as her bathrobe was quickly yanked off of her to expose her naked body for all of them to now stare at. I could see Marcus grab her by her hair as he explained to her why they. I nodded back. She extended her tongue forward, and began slowly, opting to trail upwards to my nipples from the middle of my chest instead. She arrived at my right nipple and began kissing instead of licking, barely making contact with my nipple even once. I groaned in sexual frustration, and she looked up at me and grinned through the kisses as she continued. For the next few minutes, or at least what felt like it, she would avoid my nipples, kissing all over, but never on the spots I wanted.