I only managed to use the word ‘Priapus’ twice that day. I was feeling much more alive when I got up the next day. It was sybian evening at the club but I was going to the beach first. I thought about going to one of the other beaches but Salines is very nice and will take a lot of beating. I was even feeling confident enough to go to the beach wearing only shoes and a strings only thong; albeit with a net, half sarong cover-up over the thong; one that I’d got when I was in Ibiza last year with daddy. He’d said that I looked good wearing it over my bikini. Oh, I also wore one of my butt plugs; the one with the blue ‘diamond’. The half sarong is made of white net with all the holes being about 4 centimetres across, rather like a fisherman’s net. It’s for decoration only because it is obviously totally see-through; but it did give me a slight sense of security knowing that I was wearing something over asian the thong even if it was just as revealing as the thong. Well I say confident, and I was, right until I got to the bus station. As I walked into the building to get a ticket I saw all the people and had a quick attack of feeling exposed and under-dressed; but what could I do? I hadn’t brought a dress or a skirt or a top with me. I was wearing the only clothes I had with me. I started holding my shoulder bag in front of my stomach, especially when I was near the bus driver. Once I was actually on the bus I started to relax and got some confidence back. Again I had to stand for the journey and I stood between 2 tall men. On the seats either side of the aisle were a young man and a young woman. I stood sideways so that I could hold on to one of the seat backs. I chose to stand with my back to the young woman and wondered what she thought of my butt, covered in just the net, and I wondered if she could see my butt plug. I could tell what the young man in front of me was thinking; the front of his shorts gave it away; and the fact that his head was turned my way for most of the journey. To be more stable as the bus bounced along I was standing with my feet slightly more than shoulder width apart and I wondered if the man could see my clit peeking out between my lips. When I got off the bus I went to the shop for a bottle of cola and an ice cream then sat on the curb to eat the ice cream before going to the beach. I stripped totally naked, apart from the butt plug, in what had become my usual place then set off walking through the clothed part of the beach. I again got through without incident, not counting the japanese few people staring at me; then found a spot to spread my towel. I spent the next 5 hours sunbathing and teasing the people around me and walking along the water’s edge. I particularly enjoyed being on my hands and knees and waggling my butt at the guys. It got better when my egg took me over the edge when I was like that and I wondered if any of the men could see my juices bubbling out of my hole. I think that I orgasmed 7 times when I was on the beach that day, and I remembered to say ‘Priapus’. A couple of younger mem tried to hit on me while I was there but I just brushed them off. My egg and my fingers were giving me all that I needed. It eventually became time to leave so I switched my egg off, packed my bag and started the walk back to the bus stop; again not getting dressed, if you could call the material-less thong and a net half sarong dressed, and went and waited for the bus. I manged to get some space to sit on the curb and wondered if any of the people going in and out of the shop saw my pussy. Unfortunately, I managed to get a seat on the bus so it was an uneventful journey back. My confidence level about being dressed like I was; was reasonably high so I walked from the bus station to the busier part of town. I wanted to get something to eat before I went to the club. I saw my reflection in a shop window and stopped to look at myself. Seeing life continue as normal eases my fears a little. “I love sex, but hot cum splashing against my womb sets me off even more.” “Sorry man just had math class and Professor Edwards was rocking the tightest skirt ever! I agree. This is all so... surprising for me.” They ended up on their sides. He signals to one of his men. He was demeaning me to Danni and Kimmie was just acting asian like a submissive slut. He initially was almost overcome with grief as she didn't hear my voice. I felt her inner muscles almost massaging japanese my throbbing cock. The moment they looked into the creature’s eyes, it unleashed upon them a psychic wave, transmitting its killing intent.