The night was warm so without inhibition we all removed our clothes and ran to the water. The beach in Negril is incredible shallow at low tide yo...u can walk out for miles without the water rising above your waist and even at high tide it only got a few inches higher. Back in the 60's the hippies discovered what we always knew, this place was paradise. The guys were all horny, the girls checked us out sneaking glimpses of our cocks. We played around in the water, accidentally. That was a mistake! You never know how much bullshit gay guys have to put up with until you try to be one, you know?” She laughed bitterly. “When I was in my teens, I figured out that I liked wearing pretty things. I liked wearing girlie things. It was about that time that I figured out I’d rather be a girl, who is really into guys, than a guy who was really into guys. I used to get home before anybody else, and slip into my big sister’s room. I would slip into her lacy panties, her bra, her. He waited briefly, enjoying the sight of the two twin mammaries, one white, the other red. Then he began again, working this one into a blinding oozing mass of tortured nerves and aching, throbbing pain.During the midst of the beating, the girl came again, her whinings becoming truly agonized as her eyes rolled back in her head. She bent her head way back, either deliberately, or unconsciously pushing her tits out at him as he slapped the paddle down against them both.He dropped the paddle,. She was probably Janet’s age maybe a few years older. Janet didn’t know if Bev’s foot play was an accident but she responded by taking off her right shoe and resting her foot on Bev’s thigh. Bev’s face was visible only from the flickering candle on top of the table. Janet could see her friend’s cheeks get hollow as she sucked the air from her mouth, closing her lips in what appeared to be a kiss.“So what will you ladies have”, said the bar maid, interrupting Janet’s flirtatious mood.The drinks.