Yes, please!

Eager to stop your new friend from vanishing from your life forever, you quickly stop Inea from leaving.
"Hey," you call out to Inea as she walks away, pulling a large black parasol out of her bag, "Do you mind if I tag along?"
"Sure, I don't mind," the astras smiles back at you, her cute curves framed perfectly in profile. You hurry after her, your longer legs making up the distance almost instantly.
"My friend is just down the beach," Inea points, and you duck to get to her eye-level. She's pointing pretty far down the beach, past crowds of half-naked and totally-naked people and a couple of beach-orgies right down to a little row of beach huts. Walking as quickly as she can, Inea's little legs are probably going to take her a while to get there, especially with the way she's stumbling on the sand from the weight of her backpack. Clearly, a solution is required. Scooping her up to mild protest, you extricate the backpack from her back and swing it over an arm before placing her soft tush firmly on your shoulders. She giggles, now realising your intention, and holds on to your head. With every step you take, her bouncing bosom jiggles atop its resting place on top of your head.

Worming your way through the crowds and even waving a way a few people inviting you to join their group sex, you finally make it to the beach houses. Putting Inea down to lead the way (but holding on to her backpack for her), you quickly make your way to a little hut with its doors open. Inea runs in to the shade of the veranda, closes up her parasol and heads inside, waving for you to follow. The inside of the building is dark and cool compared to the bright and warm beach. Putting Inea's backpack with her parasol, you spot the astras' friend as she comes out of a side-room.

Tall, taller than you are, with a lightly toned body, the girl before you is wearing nothing but a pair of loose shorts, her B-cup breasts open to the air. She has a messy tomboyish hairstyle dyed a bright pink and green eyes.
"Hey Inee," she smiles, picking her friend up for a close hug, "Who's this guy? Friend of yours, or some random?"
You're almost surprised you even got a mention, what with how often strangers would probably be coming into the beach hut of an attractive woman, but considering you were holding Inea's bag it seems she put two and two together and realised you didn't just wander in at the same time. Inea introduces you and explains you met on the bus.
"Nice to meet you, then. I'm Sam," the muscular girl holds out her hand and you shake. "Good to see someone's taking care of Inee. Last time she came to visit, she got lost for an hour straight!"
Inea punches Sam gently on the leg, the pair giggling together.

"Anyway," Sam grins, starting to remove her shorts, "How are we gonna do this?"
Your shaft shoots straight back up to 'rock-hard'. How -are- you going to do this? Good question!