I usually go alone and while I am very contented to sit on the beach and read my book I much prefer to have company. My car’s parked pretty close to...here so what do you say we get going?’ Emily agreed and then asked, ‘By the way, where are we going?’ ‘Plum Island, it’s my favorite.’ ‘I haven’t been there in years.’ She replied, ‘It used to be one of my favorites.’ Things couldn’t have been going better. For a guy my age, 45 at the time, it is always a pleasure to be in the company of a young. Each stroke took longer and longer as her expertmouth worked the tip of his cock toward ecstasy. And she loved doing it. She loved him between her breasts, his rigid manhoodcraving her mouth, and her succulent kisses. And he adored the lush low sounds she made at the back of her throat as ifshe couldn't get enough. It became a game: would he thrust deeply enough forher to catch him? And if he didn't, would he miss her juicy sucking? And couldhe ever get enough before he exploded . . . he felt. .." I mumbled as I rolled the body over. But luckily for me, it wasn’t a drunken hobo guy, but it was the complete opposite. It was a girl with long hair; it was too dark outside to tell how old she was or what color hair she had though. Her skin seemed to be very light in color when I turned her over, so it shone in the small amount of moonlight outside. ‘This may be my lucky day after all!’ I thought as I pondered the thought of saving a young girl and her thanking me by making out. Nick only laughed. "You're so tight, you can barely take my pinkie finger." He slid his finger up and down my cunt too fast for me, and I cummed within the first me. He only laughed and kissed me more. It felt good. It felt needed. He picked me up and placed me on the ground. He sat in my place and pulled me up onto him, straddling his lap. We kissed passionately, and he began thrusting. I went along with his hip movements and could soon feel something very large poking me. Finally, he said,.