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Following the unforgettable viewing of Mammaries of a Geisha and the subsequent orgasmic conclusion (for everyone) that followed, all of the guys visiting Jack’s cabin were in desperate need of a huge cleanup. The entire room smelled pungently of spilled semen, and though Jack made towels and wet wipes readily available, they all agreed that a more thorough cleansing was necessary.

“Shit!” bellowed Jack. “I’m the one who warned you guys to keep your spray off the furniture, but I’m the one who made the mess! Go figure.”

The rest of the guys gave a hearty laugh as they wiped their own rapidly cooling spunk from their torsos.

“Good luck getting that out of the rug,” quipped Dad, who, in a primal exhibit of male stamina, had been the last one of the group to reach climax and the one to blow the largest load. His cock, rubbed raw during the heat of masturbatory bliss, finally rested, plump and discolored, atop his empty testes.

“Oh, shut your trap, Bob Evans! Hey, don’t be surprised if you all find a bill from the dry cleaners in your mailbox next week,” snapped Jack, stifling a grin of his own.

The events of the day so far had been quite extraordinary, and that, coupled with a huge release of seminal fluid, had left me lightheaded and breathless. Never had I dreamed that I would find myself sitting around naked with my father and his friends sharing intimate details of our sex lives and then enjoy a very hot circle jerk as an honorary member of their home-grown nudist club. The drug-like sensation left by my recent orgasm coupled with the feeling of complete inhibition provided by the surrounding group of older gentlemen sent a wave of relaxation flowing through my entire body. There was no shame. There was no need to seek cover. As I looked around the room, there was a harmony of knowing among us ... a shared experience that toppled both individual and social barriers. Never before had I shared such sexual intimacy with even one other male, yet here I was naked on a soft leather couch languidly wiping my own sperm from my chest and stomach as a four other men, including my own father, did the same. Truly amazing!

“Ready for a shower?” asked Dad, tapping my arm. “Jack has a shower area on the side of the house we can use.”

“Sure, but I don’t think I can even stand up. My legs feel like rubber,” I confessed.

“Believe me, I’m in the same boat. After all the action with your mother last night and now this, I might be needing a walker before I know it,” joked Dad. With concerted effort, he finally stood up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to my feet. “Uh oh, looks like you missed a spot,” he observed, looking at a remnant of my spunk that had been inadvertently transferred to his palm.

“Sorry about that,” I replied with cheeks blazing crimson.

“Hey, save that cum swapping shit for your own house,” piped up George. “We run a clean, upstanding establishment here.”

“No worries,” replied Dad, looking me in the eye while wiping my fluid off on his thigh. Then, in a clear voice he announced, “It’s great to know that I have a son who can still dump a huge load even after fucking his hot wife until the wee hours of the morning. Makes a father proud! Not like some guy’s children who can’t even get it up.”

“I only have daughters, Bob,” deadpanned George.

“That’s beside the point!” parried Dad, as the other guys erupted in laughter. “Come on, Charlie, we have better things to do than waste time with these degenerates.”

We strode across the living room and then out the large sliding door to the deck. Stepping outdoors, the warm sun felt delicious on my skin, and a gentle breeze highlighted the moist areas remaining on my body. I followed Dad as he turned left and stepped off the deck en route to a tiled area topped by three expensive-looking shower heads. Stopping under the farthest one, he turned on the tap. A fine mist of warm water sprayed his wide chest as he reached for the bottle of foam soap resting in a small mesh basket attached to the wall. He lathered up quickly and washed away the remaining product of his loins.

“I didn’t want to mention it with the other guys around, but you dropped a pretty impressive load yourself, old man” I complemented. “I mean, you went two full rounds with Mom last night to my one with Erika.”

Dad smiling knowingly. “Well, I don’t mean to brag, Charlie, but it’s always been like that with me. Guess these old guys don’t know when to stop,” he reflected, taking his large, soapy sack in his palm and rolling his balls around a bit. “Too bad this stuff isn’t much use to me now, though.”

“I don’t know ... maybe you could donate to a sperm bank, or something” I joked, soaping my own body. “At least it would be fun making deposits.”

“Well to be perfectly honest, I’m pretty satisfied making frequent deposits in your mother’s deposit box (wink, wink). You know what they say ... no deposit, no return.” As he spoke, I could see him stretch out his flaccid cock a bit as he washed his shaven loins. “Speaking of making a deposit, when are your little swimmers gonna find their target and give your mother and me a grandbaby? We’ve been waiting three years now for a phone call about that.”

I hadn’t anticipated Dad swinging the conversation in that direction at this moment, but I knew that he had every right to ask. As I lathered myself more, I explained that Erika and I had, of course, talked about it, but that we needed to settle down first and have some security

“Let me tell you something, Charlie. You are never going to be settled. Your life will always be in flux, jumping from one uncertain moment to the next. Based on my years of experience, it’s a mistake to put off having children until later in life. You’ll get to a point where you’ll feel overwhelmed by your job or something else, or you’ll just feel too old to start changing diapers. Basically, you’ll find some sort of excuse not to start a family, and then one day, it will be physically impossible. You’ll have lost your chance.”

I knew what Dad was saying was the truth. I had been making excuses not to have children for a number of reasons. First and foremost, I was terrified of the responsibility. Until three years ago I had been responsible only for himself, and then the expectations ascribed to me had doubled. How could I even conceive of taking care of one, two, or three more people? On top of that, what would happen to the individual freedom I so treasured? Of course, I was also afraid of losing my connection to Erika once the kids started coming. I had heard so many friends complain of that very point. As a final excuse, I reasoned that having children would make me less productive at work. I had heard of those same married friends complain that they felt exhausted everyday trying to balance work and home life.

“It’s not going to be easy, Charlie, but if you and Erika truly want to have children, my advice is to get on the ball ... or both of them,” he smiled, looking down at my sack. “Are you guys using any birth control now?”

“Just the 2,000-mile method,” I joked. “Other than that, no.”

“Well then, maybe last night was the fateful night for you guys! A couple more like that, and you’ll almost certainly be pushing a stroller by next year, my boy,” he said slapping me on the back.

“I hear ya, but if she does get pregnant how, it’ll be chaotic with us living apart.”

“Don’t worry. If its meant to be, it’s meant to be. Hell, you don’t even know if that copious flow of yours is even producing viable swimmers, do you? After a year with no pussy your little guys have probably forgotten what they’re looking for,” he said with a loud guffaw.

“That’s probably true,” I conceded, “but they’re still probably in better shape than that pouch full of senile sperm you’re carrying around. All that cum, and only one half-brained son to show for it ... It’s a pity!”

“You got me there, cowboy,” laughed Dad. “It wasn’t from lack of trying though! It took us such a long time to finally have you, and then after that, we spent the next two years trying for another. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be, though.” Leaning in and lowering his voice, he added, “But let me tell you something, Charlie, man-to-man. There is something really special and exciting about going through the sex act when it’s for the specific purpose of breeding your gal. Sure it’s fun fucking around and getting your rocks off for the pleasure of it when you are not trying to have a child. But let me tell you, there is a whole ‘nother level of intensity involved when you are intentionally trying to plant part of your soul into the womb of a woman. There is an animalistic urgency that takes over. The gentle intimacy fades away, and you view your partner as someone to be conquered. She also succumbs to her biological purpose and wants to be taken ... somewhat savagely. She wants only the strongest of your sperm inside her to fuse with her egg. Basically, when the purpose is breeding, you fuck and fuck hard.” He took a deep breath. “I miss that.”

As he concluded, he noticed the effect his little speech was having on me, as my cock was reaching skyward to greet the shower spray.

“Well, it certainly looks like your baby maker is getting excited by all this talk of having kids,” he observed. “Or at least the talk of making kids,” he corrected.

“Yeah, it’s hard to keep a good cock down,” I joked, giving it a good tug and playfully slapping it up against my belly. Since Erika and I had never had sex for the purpose of procreation, we had never really experienced the level of intensity he described. With all the not-so-subtle innuendo that has been passed around about his attraction to my wife, I wondered ... Could my father be fantasizing about breeding Erika?

“Well that’s definitely one thing you’ve got on my old boy, Charlie,” he said, snapping out of my train of thought. “Age has definitely dampened my rebound time. Believe me, you’d better enjoy it while you’ve got it.”

The turn in the conversation presented an open door for me to ask Dad some things that I was curious about related to the effect of age on male equipment.

“So, when did you actually start noticing things changing with your rebound time?”

A look of seriousness returned to Dad’s face upon hearing my question. “Hmmm ... I guess I would have to say it was sometime in my 40s that I noticed things were changing. Normally, for example, when I read erotic stories I got a raging hard that just wouldn’t die until I came. But then, I noticed I would just plump a little and the juices would start flowing without ever really getting hard at all. I guess that was the first sign for me. Of course, Your mother and I began noticing a difference in how long it would take me to get hard again after I came. That was definitely a blow to my ego. It got progressively worse until your mother suggested I go to the doctor to ask about the blue magic. I found that after taking them awhile, my body could naturally recover more quickly. Of course, if I want to feel the full effect and have more than one orgasm I need to use the magic. But see, just being relaxed and in a situation where I’m talking about sex gets me back up in a relatively short time.” He glanced down at his thickening tool which had begun to rise in perceptible ticks with the beating of his heart. He gave his belly a couple of loud slaps, turning it red. “Get up, you old dog,” he encouraged. His slaps and words produced a 90-degree angle of erection. “That’s it, that’s it,” he cooed.

“Your father sure is competitive, ain’t he,” said an unexpected voice to my left. It was Jack making his way to join us at the showers. “Yeah, even in high school he hated to lose. That’s what made him a great captain on the baseball diamond,” he confessed. Then, turning to Dad, he let loose a stinger. “I bet seeing your son sport a harder piece of wood than you really stokes that competitive flame, doesn’t it, Bob.”

“Well, since the competition here is otherwise nonexistent in that department,” Dad retorted, shooting an obvious glance at Jack’s impressive, yet completely flaccid member. “I’ll take what I can get.”

“Touché!!” laughed Jack. “This guy is definitely done for the day,” he conceded, shaking his drooping member like a thick, wet noodle.

“Maybe you could get Kitty to do some mouth-to-head resuscitation on that tonight,” Dad quipped. “Either that or you could take care of it yourself with your secret talent.” Facing me, he asked, “You know the old joke about why dogs lick themselves, right, Charlie?”

I glanced over to Jack to see how he was going to handle what Dad was implying. Instead of brushing off the comment as a joke, he conceded what my father was intimating.

“What can I say? There’s a lot of truth in that joke. Trouble is, I haven’t been flexible enough to do it for quite a few years now. I honestly miss it,” he chuckled.

“Hey it’s all envy on this end, big guy,” replied Dad. “If I had a cock like yours, I’d be frenching it every chance I got!”

“Well, since we’re sharing so much about talents, Bob, why don’t you tell Charlie about the dare you took in the Air Force?”

“Oh now, I really don’t think we need to go there, Jack. I mean, its ancient history.”

“Hey! You were the one who brought out the skeleton from my closet. Let’s be fair now. Turning on the shower, Jack began his narrative. You see, Charlie, back when your father was a young enlisted man, we used to go out and drink quite a bit.”

“Completely unlike what we do now,” winked Dad.

“Anyway, there was this one braggart in the platoon who was always going off about how special he was with the ladies. His name was Gaspard, but he went by the nickname Gap. The reason was because he had the thickest cock in the platoon and could leave any girl well-gapped,” he paused for effect. “Anyway we were out drinking one night and everyone was really blitzed...”

“Really blitzed,” echoed Dad.

“ ... Anyway, Gap was bragging that he could beat anyone in the place at arm wrestling. Your father and him had a history, and Bob was tired of his constant bullshit. Of course, your father also had his killer competitive streak, so he took Gap’s challenge. It was someone’s bright idea for them to each write down what the loser would have to do as a dare. What did you write down, Bob?”

“I don’t remember ... Something pretty normal, like asking the Major’s wife out on a date, or something else really stupid.”

“Long story short, your father lost the arm wrestling contest. Then, when he read what he had to do he was floored!”

“What did you have to do?” I asked.

“He dared me to suck his fat cock.”

“Really?!” I exclaimed. “ That was the dare?!”

“That’s what the sick bastard wrote,” confirmed Dad. “Jack and the other guys tried to argue that it was a fucked-up dare, but I was so pissed off and drunk that I just said “Fuck it, let’s go.” I went up to him, gave him a big ol’ kiss on the mouth, then I dropped his drawers in front of everyone. His cock was definitely as thick as advertised, but lucky for me, he was only about 5 inches long.

“Watch that ‘only’ shit,” I interrupted.

“Point taken,” Dad said with a grin. “Anyway, I dropped to my knees and somehow took the whole thing in one gulp.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how he did it, but your father, true to his name, started bobbing on that cock like there was no tomorrow. Everything happened so fast that Gap didn’t know what to do. He just kind of stood there shocked as your father worked his cock like no woman ever had. After just a minute or two, Gap starts yelling “Oh shit. oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” but your esteemed father here kept sucking away. Then Gap let loose a sharp, almost girl-like scream as he shot his load. Everyone laughed when they heard it. Your father, for his part, just stayed there frozen with his nose in Gap’s pubes. The room became completely silent, save for the jukebox in the background. After what seemed like a full minute, Bob here slowly dislodged Gap’s cock from his throat and let it fall from his mouth. He ever-so-calmly wiped the corners of his mouth, like he had just finished a full-course meal at the officers’ club, and then opened wide to show that he had swallowed Gap’s load completely. Everyone was in awe. He slowly staggered to his feet, and there they stood ... face-to-face. If I remember right, Bob was wobbling pretty bad at that point, but you could have heard a pin drop. Then came the piece de resistance: Just as Bob was about to plant another big kiss on Gap’s mouth ... it happened.”

“What?”

“Basically, your Dad threw up the entire contents of his stomach--whiskey, vodka, pizza, and of course Gap’s own warm load--right in the guy’s face. It was like something out of The Exorcist. Everyone shielded their eyes and let out loud howls of pure disgust. I just grabbed your father, and we ran for the exit before Gap and his friends knew what had happened. It was a classic moment, eh Bob?”

“Oh yeah ... just wonderful, Jack,” Dad retorted sarcastically. Turning to me he added, “Not that I remember any of it. Anyway, after that, the other guys in the platoon actually seemed to respect me more for some reason. Maybe it was because everyone else hated that asshole, too, and were glad that he got what he deserved. Anyway, Gap soon got transferred to another unit because of other disciplinary problems.”

“And thus began your Dad’s career as a male prostitute,” laughed Jack.

“Hey! You’re just jealous that I’ve never given you any freebies,” parried Dad. “No, Charlie, the truth is that was the one and only time I ever sucked a cock. It’s a pretty big skeleton hanging there in my closet, but thanks to Jack, now you know. Does that make us even, Mr. Reynolds?”

“I believe we’re square now, Mr. Evans.”

Turning to me and turning off his shower, Dad said,”Since we’re shining the light on old skeletons, is there anything you’re up for sharing, Charlie?”

I was caught completely off guard by his question. Like every person, there were things in my past that I was not proud of, and I had done the best I could to prevent those facets of myself from being shown to any living being, even my wife and family. However, here was a chance for me to finally lay it down with two guys who had just shared some pretty embarrassing details of their life with me. Trouble was, at that moment, my mind went blank. Since I had written my Dad before that Erika was my first and only, there were no special sexually-related adventures to be divulged. As I scrambled to think of an embarrassing piece of information in the same vein as what had been shared, a memory drifted into my head that I hadn’t recalled for the longest time. With more than a tinge of fear, I decided to divulge that to my father and his friend, who were both hanging on my long silence like hungry hyenas.

“Well, as Dad knows, outside of my wife, I don’t have any other experience with the ladies,” I confessed to Jack, turning off my shower as well.

“Well, that’s not such a big deal, Charlie. I certainly wouldn’t classify non-action as a skeleton,” replied Jack with a laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I admitted. “But there is something that I have never told another living soul that is at least as embarrassing as what you guys shared, if not more. I’d rather not let the other guys hear it, so would you mind if we take a walk or something?”

“No problem,” agreed Jack, finishing up his shower and turning off the water. “But it better be good.”

“I’m not sure about good ... but it’s definitely something,” I admitted.

After toweling off, the three of us slipped on some sandals and headed out on a trail that led off behind Jack’s property into a nearby stand of trees. Jack told us that he had built a little campsite out there replete with a campfire area with benches, so that’s where we’d head. As we walked, I began my explanation. My heart beat uncontrollably and my stomach fluttered so much that, for a while, I just couldn’t put words to breath. Finally, after a long silence, I began.

“Well,” I sighed loudly, “back when I was in high school, I had read most of Dad’s porn stash by that time, but I just wasn’t emotionally ready to have a serious relationship with a girl. Of course, my body wasn’t too happy about my lack of emotional maturity, because it really wanted me to find someone to fuck.”

“If you’re going to tell us that you jacked off constantly as a teenager, join the club, Charlie,” interrupted Jack with a chuckle.

“Actually, that wasn’t where I was heading, Jack,” I explained, looking at the ground as I walked. “Actually, I was trying to explain how curious I was at the time, and how, after seeing and reading all about pussy for a number of years, I had finally reached a point where my curiosity got the better of me.”

“What do you mean?” asked Dad.

“Well, this is where the skeleton comes in,” I said, taking another big breath. I knew that my voice was shaky and my cheeks were probably as flushed as they’d been all day. “You see, one day you and Mom had headed out ... probably here to visit Jack and Miss Kitty ... and I had just finished reading a Hustler mag that I had borrowed from your stack. Of course, I was as horny as hell, so I went out on the porch to get some fresh air. I had a raging hardon, but didn’t want to just jack off and cum as usual. I wanted to make the feeling last as long as I could, so I was replayed the contents of the letters section in my mind trying to keep that edgy/horny feeling. So there I was sitting there in one of the folding chairs with my cock out, just kind of playing with it, when Indigo came up to me.”

Indigo was the female Doberman that we had at the time.

“Anyway, I started petting her, and she started sniffing my crotch,” I continued.

“Ooohhh ... I think I see where this is going,” stated Jack in a knowing voice. “But we’ll just let you go ahead and spell it out for us, won’t we, Bob.”

I glanced over at Dad and wondered what was going through his mind. He must have known where the story was heading, too, but he presented a neutral face. Was he saving his disgust and disappointment for later?

“I’ve got a pretty good idea,” he replied.

“So anyway, she was there sniffing my crotch and I was horny as hell, so I decided to see what she would do with my cock. Almost immediately, she started licking it.”

“Dog or not, I bet it felt damn good, right,” commented Jack. I noticed that his cock had gained a bit of heft since the last time I had glanced at it. He took it in his hand and rubbed the head a bit.

“Yeah, you could say that ... I mean, think about it ... That was the first time anyone other than me had touched my cock, so having a big tongue licking it was an indescribable feeling,” I explained. “I just laid back in the chair and let her do what she wanted. Unfortunately, sometimes she would try to nip at it, “ I laughed, “but if I told her ‘no,’ she would go back to licking. Honestly, it felt so damn good!” I admitted.

“You’d probably be telling a different story if she had taken a big bite out of it,” laughed Jack.

As I described the event--though I tried half-heartedly to stifle it--my own erection returned with a vengeance. It clearly swayed from side-to-side as we continued down the path. Looking to my right and left, I could see that I was not alone in my agitated state. Both my father’s and Jack’s swung synchronously with varying degrees of erection. Our cocks were leading us onward to the campsite.

Finally Dad spoke up. “I bet it didn’t take her long to get your rocks off, huh,” Dad inquired.

“Not at all,” I confessed.

“So your first blowjob was from a canine, huh. Yeah, I guess that qualifies as a skeleton, Bob,” concluded Jack with a chuckle.

“I’d say. Come to think of it, that explains why old Indigo was so anxious to play with you when you got home from school everyday,” Dad concurred, slapping me on the back. “Don’t worry, Charlie, you were just curious teenager. Lust has a crazy way of controlling people and making them do things that they later regret ... Just ask Mr. Self-sucker over here,” Dad replied, taking a shot a Jack.

“Better my own than a nasty fuckpole like Gap’s!” Jack retorted. “No regrets here, my friends. I’m the second-best cocksucker I know, after Miss Kitty, of course ... No comment on your father’s skills in that area (wink). Speaking of cocksucking...” Jack continued, “any luck with Mable in that department?”

Dad shook his head, “No. I was telling Charlie last night about my futility in that area, and how much I envy what Erika does for him.”

“Ain’t it great, Charlie!” Jack exclaimed, patting me on the back. “No doubt your wife is good, but Kitty is the best I’ve ever had,” sighed Jack. “Even at our age, I wake up some mornings with her already sucking on it. Lucky for me that she’s insatiable.”

“Mind if I ask a stupid question,” I began.

“Not at all.”

“Can she take it all?” I asked naively.

My question was greeted with a big laugh from both men. “He wishes!” exclaimed Dad.

“But to her credit,” Jack replied, “she can slide about two-thirds of it down her throat, so I’m not complaining. She’s got great skills.”

“He won’t admit it, Charlie, but I think he secretly wants to pimp her out to recoup the retirement money he spent on his cabin,” Dad joked.

“I’d have to ask her to find out more from Mable about that, Bob ... Word in town is that she takes two at a time,” countered Jack with a big grin. “No offense, Charlie.”

“None taken,” I replied.

“Speaking of taking two at a time, why don’t you tell Charlie here about some of your old experiences in that department,” Dad suggested. “He’s got some great stories.”

My interest, and cock, were definitely piqued at the prospect of hearing about some of Jack’s exploits. Reaching the campsite clearing, Jack agreed to spill the beans, but only after we had taken a seat on the benches underneath one of the larger trees.

“Well,” began Jack, sitting down with a big, tired huff, “when I was a much younger man, I had my fair share of great adventures,” he said grabbing his cock. “Your dad probably doesn’t know this, but the first time I ever had a threesome was back in high school.”

“Get out!” exclaimed Dad.

“Naw, it’s true. I had just started dating Kitty, and one weekend, she and one of her friends wanted to take a ride out to the river to do some swimming. Since I had a car, I offered to drive them out there.”

“Was it Alice Williams?” asked Dad.

“No. It was some out-of-town friend that I’d never met before, but she seemed really sweet ... And on top of that, she was a real looker,” explained Jack, gesturing in the shape of a woman’s figure. “So anyway, we made it out to the river near Clausen’s Bend, and there was a beautiful white sand beach there. I had brought along a small bar-b-que pit, so we cooked up some burgers and drank some beers that Kitty had swiped from her folk’s fridge. After we finished, the girls wanted to go wading in the water, so they walked out into the shallows and started splashing each other while I put away the pit. When I finally made it over to where they were, I got an eyeful of hot teenage girls running around in soaking wet tops ... with obviously no bras underneath.”

“That must have been a sight,” said Dad, taking his cock in hand and giving it a few tentative strokes.

“Damn straight! Back then, it didn’t take as much as a strong breeze to get my cock up and at ‘em, so this old boy was tenting my shorts like a circus big top,” he explained, tugging his plumping member from base to tip. “I was very self-conscious about it, but the girls kept calling me over to be with them, so I finally just said ‘fuck it’ and strode out there.”

“Did they notice?” I asked.

“Hell yeah they noticed!! They both started pointing and laughing hysterically,” he admitted.

“Isn’t that the same reaction you get today?” quipped Dad.

“Only when I show pictures of your uncut dangle, Bob,” Jack retorted. “Anyway, I guess the beer had really gotten to them, because they started calling for me to take off my pants and show them what I was hiding. Being a horny teen with a stomach full of beer myself, I told them I would on one condition ... They would have to take off their tops.”

“Well played, Mr. Reynolds,” agreed Dad, tipping an imaginary hat.

“Thank you, thank you. So after some giggling and arguing who would go first, they decided to both do it on the count of three. When three came around, though, Kitty faked it, but her friend didn’t.”

“Classic!” said Dad.

“Yeah, her friend was there showing me a pair of great tits, and then when she realized what Kitty had done, she started screaming and clawing at Kitty’s shirt. Me, I was just enjoying the whole show of two fine girls splashing around in the water half naked. After a brief struggle, Kitty’s friend finally succeeded in getting her shirt off and throwing it on the sand bar. And I was there enjoying the sight of four young breasts, my friends.”

“Lucky man, lucky man,” I said, attending to the droplets of pre-cum gathering on my rock-hard cock.

“It truly was a beautiful sight. But then they started complaining that I needed to hold up my end of the bargain. So, throwing caution to the wind, I dropped my shorts and pointed my hard cock in their direction. They, of course, forgot that they were half naked, and just started shrieking and laughing at the sight of me naked. They came running out of the water to where I was on shore ... tits bouncing in the sun!”