"What if he calls the police?" I don't think he'll do that," Sarah said."Why not?" Sharon asked, worry on her face."Well, Cameron roughed him up a bit..., but I don't think he was seriously hurt," Sarah said. "He's in college and his pride was hurt more than anything. My guess is he won't want anyone to know he was beat up by a kid in high school."Sharon sighed, "You're probably right. The way men are with their egos, he won't want the embarrassment, but if he does call the police we will deal. No sooner I had stepped inside, he quietly closed the door behind me and pulled me up against him. Before I could brace myself, putting my hands on his chest, he had his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my face up to his. That first kiss made my knees buckle and made every inch on my body tingle. He pulled all the oxygen out of me; by the time he came up for air, I had to lean against the wall and catch my breath. When I finally opened my eyes, he reached for my hand and quietly led me. This being one of my favorite ways to delight a woman, I prepared myself to settle in and do everything in my power to make her go wild. And that, I most certainly managed to do. Just as she’d whipped me into a sexual frenzy, I swiftly wound her into a frantic ball of sensitized nerves. Before long, she stepped in to me, making my already awkward position even more difficult to maintain, until I fell back to the sand. Wiping the rain from my eyes, I looked up at her and saw the lust on her. She had small little breasts. I nudged my wife and nodded towards the woman. My wife smiled and rolled her eyes at me. The woman said something to the man, in a language other than English. She then said something to me, which I obviously didn't understand."Sorry, I don't understand. Do either of you speak any English?" I asked. The woman shrugged her shoulders, as did her husband, clearly not understanding a word. It was for the better I figured, as I'd rather not have to make small talk.