As I got further and further down I began to see that the beach we were going to was a lot less crowded than the beach off to the left of the viewing spot up top. In real life, my mother was older than that. Xxnx To be free. They seemed more prepared. So I tried. They started taking off their clothes. Still not good, but I could tell my Dad’s hand was deep in my Mom’s underwear and jeans. I think they were trying to be sneaky, they probably assumed I was asleep, because who wouldn’t be at almost 3 am. I on the other hand was navigating this steep descent in flip flops. I didn’t know what the sound was. I watched several episodes of that boring show. “Nice butt.” My mom joked.
