Some evenings, we lean on the deck rail and watch the bathers in the dim light of the moon or merely of the stars. We watch them walk along the beach,... watch them look about and speculate until they feel safe from prying eyes like ours, and then they drop their robes, their clothes, their inhibitions. They swim, caressing each other in the water, sometimes making love in the surging waves. Or, more often they come up the beach and spread their robes or towels on the sand and make love beneath. So she raised her hand and brought her open palm down hard on Ellen’s bare bottom and enjoyed the squeaky gasp it drew. Mary didn’t allow Ellen any time to recover and landed another spank on her other bottom cheek. As Ellen gasped Mary proceeded to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks and enjoyed watching Ellen’s bottom turn deeper and deeper shades of red. Of course she also spanked the backs of Ellen’s thighs knowing the gasps would be even louder. Ellen gasped as each spank. Aaaaaaaaaaaa uuffuffufu uncle mein jahr gayi phir bhi uncle nahi jhare baad mein wo jhar gaye to sara pani mere vandana ke muh mein daal diya mein bahut teji se uncle ka lund chus rahi thi aur bacha cum saaf kar rahi thein vandana bhi uncle ka lund chus rahi thein. Phir mein ne vandana ki gaand chatana suru kar diya uncle uski gaand marana chhate thein aur uncle meri choot aur gaand dono ko chat rahe thein vandana ka gaand mein jeeb anadr dal kar chat rahi thein phir uncle ne lund pein Vaseline. As I fixed a small lunch for myself, I wondered if I should call Sal or Charity. I had no idea if John had told them or where he had been staying since he left last night. I decided to wait and let John decide what to do next.By evening, I still had no word. John had apparently decided to punish me with his silence and his absence. Bobby wouldn't contact me now so I could expect no word from him. Since I was not the silent suffering type, I decided to call Charity and see if she would meet me.I.