”I was pretty sure the liquor was speaking. I looked at Becky. She had a blank look on her face. I nodded my head towards the door. We silently walk...d out and made our way to the beach. We were the only ones on the beach, which was empty.We walked to where the surf met the sand. The water was cool and lapped at our ankles. I pulled my trouser pants up, to keep them from getting wet. Becky silently stripped out of her dress and tossed it on to the beach. She was totally naked. She plopped down. He gently squeezed and then pushed up my tank top and cupped my breast. Electric shot immediately to my groin. He pushed me down on the couch and continued to kiss me, placing his tongue in my mouth. My panties became moist and I knew right then that I wanted him inside me. He pulled down my shorts and panties. I felt a small wave of embarrassment because of course he was my first and no man had ever seen my private parts. He moved down on the couch as he pushed my tank top all the way, so he. For a little while I started singing an old German folk song, "Mein Vater war ein Wandersman." Literally the name (and the first line) translates to "my daddy was a wandering man," but it gets rendered in English as "I am a happy wanderer." I sang it in German; it's the original, and I don't much care for sloppy paraphrased translations. But I soon quit; my voice, I realized, however (I hoped) alluring to human audiences, was scaring off all the wildlife within hearing distance, and that was no. I obey and move faster and harder into her pussy, my hand running up her back and grabbing her hair, forcing her down further onto my cock. Our bodies begin to slam against each other, her moans growing louder and louder as my hands slide under her and pinch her nipples. My lips kissing her neck as my cock pounds harder and deeper into her pussy, leaning closer to her ear and whispering, “Cum for me, my dirty little whore,” my words commanding as ever but soft, “cum all over my cock now.” “Oh.