By now we were at the end of the rocky outlay and he climbed onto the rocks as I stood off him admiring his naked buttocks and his balls swinging betw...een his legs.I could still see my party on the beach, but he was on the point and out of view, we were isolated and he sat down in full view of me and started to masturbate, opening his legs wide and I watched fascinated as his balls smacked onto the hot stone where he sat.'Does that not hurt you', I asked him, genuinely inquisitive, as I knew a. It was all he could do to summon up the enthusiasm to go in to the shop at all and then when he saw the plethora of styles, colours, heel-heights, boots, shoes, sandals, mules and Lord alone knows what else, he didn't know whether he could be bothered."It's so much easier buying men's shoes." he said. "There are only about a dozen to choose from and two-thirds of those are brown."Three pairs of shoes (one pair with nearly four-inch heels), one pair of sandals with a somewhat more modest heel. My penis became stiff even as I started stroking her clean-shaven pussy. I found it wet. Holding my penis, she started playing with it. I could wait no longer. I laid her on her back and tried to enter her. Abruptly, she pushed me away and wriggled herself free, saying, ‘No, please…Not now’. I was perplexed, ‘Why not?’ She gave a mesmerizing smile – ‘You have proved that you are a he-man. But you should prove yourself to be a hero also. Only then can you take me to bed’. She told me what to do. You’ve grown at least 3 inches, although you could fix that scruffy brown hair of yours. Where is…Jo! Get your ass out her and see Lane!’ She paused for a moment. A man came walking out from the back room, his hair wasn’t completely grey but his 50 some years were showing on him. ‘Hey boy, how you been?’ Mr. Dyson asked. ‘Been well, I got myself working in Florida…’ ‘Why are you so far away?’ Mrs. Dyson exclaimed ‘I don’t know, just worked out that way…’ There was silence for the next few.