Get a little help

I glance at the ground behind me, reaching out and grabbing the first barefooted woman without looking at anything above the knee.

"Start stroking," I order, shoving her hand down my pants, and her hands wrap around my half-hard shaft without hesitation.

As she starts massaging my dick, she turns to the man and children who were walking with her -- her family, I assume -- and waves them on.

"Go ahead and swim without me, sweeties," she says in a singsong, almost teacherly voice. "Mommy will be there when this nice man's finished with her."

My eyes stay locked on the incestuous toe-sucking in front of me, but with this new woman's arm reaching down over my shoulder I can feel a soft chest pressing against my bare back. I lean against it, nuzzling my head slightly into some soft but slightly sweaty cleavage.

"Don't forget the balls," I grunt, and she wraps her other hand around to massage my sack, two arms gently craddling my head from either side as she takes gentle care of my junk.