Messing with the bitch

"Would you believe me if that bitch is going to try to pack as much wet sand into the back of her bikini bottoms as she can and have no idea why she's doing it?" asked Michael.

"But of course," said Suzie.

The woman walked to the edge of the water and knelt on the wet sand. With one hand she pulled her bikini bottoms back, and with the other she started to shovel sand into them. She looked around with a worried look on her face.

"That is so funny."

"Believe me if I tell you she won't be able to try to remove the sand until she gets home, and believe me when I say humiliating herself makes her horny. Believe me that she cannot leave the beach for an hour."

"What a freaky bitch."

Soon the sound of giggling, laughing, and vocal fry come from the pack of sorority girls. They arranged themselves in a large semi circle. Each was wearing a bikini. None were in one pieces.

"What abou them?" asked Michael. "What funny and or sexy things could happen to them?"

Suzie was still watching the bitch who finally could not pack any more sand into the back of her bikini bottoms. She stood up and had to hold them up so they would not fall down. People were looking at her and laughing..

"Arf! Ark! Ark!" she barked at them before retreating to her umbrella and sitting down under it.

"What? Those chicks? I see some have towels and stuff with USC on them. Hard to believe such a gaggle of bimbos are college girls."

"Book smart in class, bimbo on the beach," said Michael. "Well, what kind of shenanigans could happen to them for our entertainment?"