I couldn't disobey this stranger. I mean, I could have if I had to. Yet, I didn't want to. If my husband was going to allow some guy to fuck him... he...'d better be willing to let the guy fuck me too... especially after ignoring my needs ever since he returned home. It suddenly occurred to me that maybe he was completely gay now. It would explain his pathetic bedside manner since returning. This really pissed me off, not because of any compulsion to obey (for the moment), but from my own. As I lay there naked looking up at the sun I could hear men passing by.just above me in the dunes a man stopped and sat down.he was fully clothed and I knew he was here to look at the nakeness. I pretended I didn't know he was there and slowly started wanking my hard cock. after a while I sat up and from my corner of my eye saw the man put something under his coat.i turned onto my front and lay back down.this way I could pretend to lay there touching my bum whilst I spied on him from the grass. "You can't..." Brad started to say and point, but the sleeves of the robe flopped way down past her hands, making her look comical instead of commanding. "This is not funny!" Brad said in Cynthia's voice, if not quite in her speaking style. "I'm not a woman. I can't believe this!" This will be fun!" Cynthia insisted. "I get to experience a little life from the male perspective, and you get to see what it's like to be a woman for a night, and for this evening, you are in fact a woman, at least. Robert and Jordan disappeared for a while, Stacy and Betty went for a walk holding hands, and Dave and Rosie, after getting over the shock of seeing the two girls kissing, and promising to keep their damned mouths shut, sat on a sheltered bench to enjoy each other's company. Now Dave and Rosie thought they had a better understanding and appreciation for what Betty had done for them.The two girls found a dark, secluded, sheltered spot and stood there, just holding each other for a while. Stacy.