After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the sunsets together, but there was no more cuddling.A few weeks passed-by and, lo and behold, there ...was another shipwreck. The only survivor was Kathleen WynneThat evening, the man brought Wynne to the evening beach ritual. It was another beautiful evening - red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm and gentle breeze - perfect for a night of romance.Pretty soon, the man started to get those feelings again. He fought the urges as long as he could but he. .wanna talk about it?" "My jerk of a boyfriend just left me to go pick up his 'cousin.' Like I don't know he's been banging that slut Shirley..." she muttered, throwing a few pebbles angrily across the parking lot. "You're kidding...god, what a cock." I said, shrugging. "And an idiot. Why would he ever leave a beautiful girl like you...oh, shit, did I just say that?" I stared at her, blushing. She nodded, turning to me slowly, her own cheeks starting to turn rosy, making her all the more. They stopped at my plump full lips smeared with Mac red hot lip stick. Continued down to 42Js where she reached out her hands and flicked my quarter sized nipples. She then traced my side with her fingers and glided her hands down and around toward my pussy. But she didn't touch it. Maybe the sticky liquid that was pouring down my legs scared her a bit. Or it could have been the fact that she has never been with a woman. The shock factor that a sexual body was in front of her and missing a. No hiding or pretending now!!. I stood up and turned just enought to see behind me that a guy was getting in his locker. He didn't seem to be looking at me but he had to have seen. Best thing at this point is to be casual about the whole thing. So, I bravely opened my locker to get my clothes out (panties still visible but more from the side). just then I see him getting undressed. He was just wearing grey shorts but underneath he was wearing bright blue shiny shimmery underwear! First I just.