Their erections seemed even larger than the one in the first act. The men put their fingers into the girls` cunts and they all masturbated like that. ...I thought that it would be a repeat of act one but with four masturbating instead of two, but it wasn`t. The men each took their partner and lifted her from the floor. Each girl wrapped her legs round the man and we could clearly see the men`s enormous penises entering the girls` pussies. For a while they fucked like that then separated, changing. Just as Sandy's Buick blended in on the streets, our seeming to belong to the beach made us invisible to our subjects.These performances actually turned me on. I would adjust my stiffening cock in my revealing swimming trunks to do the best I could to not let anyone notice. I did catch Sandy glimpsing down at my package from time to time. When she did, I could swear I caught a demonic glint in her eye.I got drunk from the bottle of champagne we ordered from her favorite bar to celebrate my. I hadn't left it all in the room. I had stashed a hundred euros in my shoes. The rest was gone."The money is gone," I said.Lauren and Fi looked over at me. I frowned."All of it?" Lauren asked."No. I had a hundred euros stashed in my sock." Fuck!" They took your shoes?" Yeah."She sat on the bed. I smiled."What?" she asked."We can track your shoes." Fi," I said in Italian, "We can track Lauren's shoes." I doubt it. A pair of black Pradas aren't exactly rare in Italy." You underestimate me."Back. Reach up further to run my hands up your back to your shoulders. Close my eyes. Kiss you."What?" you ask. I've been staring again haven't I. Damn my brain! I blame you, you're teasing me now with your words, putting ideas in my mind. Must be good. Must not touch. Argh!Walking back to the car we nudge, playfully trying to push each other into lamp-posts, bollards. OK it's an excuse, on my part at least, I just want to touch you. This may kill me by the end of the day, why do I say such silly.