As I reached the inland edge of the beach, lightning struck the sea, backlighting you through the translucent silk of your gown. It knocked me back wi...h its brilliance, yet you stood there, unflinching. The surf pounded the shore with a deafening roar. It stunned my ears with its power, yet you stood again, unflinching. I regained my feet, and closed the distance between us. I approached from behind you, and when I placed my hands gently on your hips, heard you exhale. It seemed to me that the. “Mmmm…who was that?” Catie moans quizzically. “J.J.,” the stud grunts in response, now fully focused again on tooling pussy. “Mmmm…J.J….!” Catie purrs in response, obviously pleased at the mention of the older stud’s name. “What’s he doing…?” she now manages to gasp out. “Fuckin’ some married chick…” the stud replies nonchalantly, as he starts to put more force into his thrusts. “Mmmm…lucky her!” Catie exclaims. “I’ll show you who’s lucky!” the stud replies, raising himself into a sitting. Sandy knew now to keep quiet to not get this crazy guy mad at her again. Mike occasionally gave her enough water every now and then, so she didn’t get heat stroke, but gave her no lunch, just a mid-afternoon snack. As the day went on, she got more and more mosquito bites, and her fair skin got redder and redder. When she finished, he practically had to hold her up to walk her inside.“Mike, I can’t believe you did that to me. That was worse than cleaning the house. I didn’t deserve that. . She rolls to the side off of me with a nice glowing sweat covering her. A drip of my cum falls from between her legs. Her messed up sex hair is super sexy. Exhausted, I watch her breasts as they go up and down with each breath she takes. While she recovers, I just stare at her amazing body. I know that this is just a special treat and that I may never get this close to another woman besides my wife. I memorize her flat stomach, neck, shoulders, arms, vagina and tits while they are still.