As she talks to him of wanting to spend time with him, even to admitting that her desires were as formidable as his own he can only smile in return to her own.  He knew it was hard for her to admit that she might not be able to restrain the feelings of need, much as his difficulty had proven that of him as well.  He nodded at her commentary of what was acceptable and the inevitable ‘not’ acceptable, which he in truth couldn’t have agreed more with and grunted out a brief “Uh Huh, I understand that for sure” Her blush was so enchanting, her manner so sweet, how could he help but to want to be with her in a way perfect for them both.<br/><br/>As she looked down his phallus had finally dwindled to its normal flaccid self, of which he was glad, for now neither he nor she would have to be embarrassed by it on the walk they would soon take.  She stood up and reached for his hand which he gave willingly and stood up in front of her.  “Well, I guess we can both be more comfortable, but yes, I am able to walk without embarrassment.”  Her challenge was cute and perfect, he took it that she was now ready for a time of playful fun, and said “OK, you’re on, but remember sharks love rotten eggs” with a giggle and took up a stance for racing.  He looked over his left shoulder at her with a smile and continued “How about we just stroll on the beach instead of running, I have an idea that we’ll want to reserve some of our energy for later on” with a wink.<br/><br/>With that he stood back to straight and stepped with her hand in hand towards the glimmering froth of the gentle wash of surf as it caressed the shore of this side of the bay.<br/>“So, tell me a bit more about you Marti, I don’t know near enough to feel the way I do, but really would love to know it all.”<br/>