”“Deflowered! So that’s what they call it?”“Um-hmm.”“But whatever for?”“It’s like a flower... is it not? So — the tight bud ofthe flower has been forcibly opened and the petalsplucked.”She blushed down to the roots. “Well, I suppose that’s ametaphor.I won’t say I feel plucked.”“Something that rhymes with plucked,” he smiled.“What rhymes with plucked?” She honestly didn’t. He didn't want to scare her. "Davey?" she rolled onto her back to look up at him questioningly."Yes, baby?" he asked smiling down at her. He tried to hide his anxiety but didn't think he could hide anything from her anymore. He knew things between them were forever changed. "Is the sky still angry?" She asked. He saw the worry in her eyes and it caused him to ache deep inside."Yes, baby, it is. But we're safe in here," he answered her honestly. He couldn't bring himself to lie to her, even if. Being alone again gave me the opportunity to give my cock a rest, read a book and think things over, but after about an hour and a half my eyes felt heavy and I must have been interested to study the insides of my eyelids for a while.I must have dozed off for quite a long time; the sun was at a complete different place than when I started to relax and reading my book. I kept my eyes closed in order to concentrate on my thoughts when I felt someone was looking at me, it must be on my right side. He pushed her down onto all fours, pressing her shoulders down into the sand so that her ass and pussy was displayed in front of him. He could see the pink flesh exposed and waiting for him and he could tell that she was exceptionally wet, indicating how excited she was. He lined his cock up and pressed his swollen member into the tight folds of her waiting vagina, she moaned loudly as he forced it all the way inside. He slowly worked his way up, sliding in and out of her, each thrust faster.