Oh, wasn't he in for a surprise! When he found my so called panties he was smiling. I felt his fingers brush my thin thongs aside. When he touched my ...et pussy I moaned quietly and leaned against him. Encouraged he let his fingers wander around gently stroking the outer lips. I turned around and his lips met mine. As he hungrily kissed my lips, his fingers rubbed my pussy, then slipped inside me. My whole body trembled.Oh god this was too much, I had to back away, what if someone came around. “Faster,” she encourages.So Spencer picks up his pace with long, fast and deep strokes. But Spencer can feel her need for more. So he decides to relinquish control to her. He lowers himself and they roll over with Sam on top of him. She just as quickly sits straight up, letting her breasts bounce while she caresses her own hips to straddle him. Quickly, she finds her own rhythm—a mix of grinding and impaling down hard, riding Spencer like he is a toy invading her depths. Her pace speeds up and. I’ve never seen wind and sand do this before. The sand shifted into trees, palm trees. I could make out each of the leaves, and the scratches on the bark of the tree. The trees fell apart and the sand formed a new scene. A woman lying in a bed… me! The detail was exquisite. I could see my eyelashes, and I swear that I could see my breathing. After a minute this scene disappeared too. The sand then began to move on the ground, twisting into hypnotic abstract patterns. It was at this moment it. Up in my room I showed her the bathroom while I went over to sit in a chair and watch TV. She was in there a lot longer than it should have taken to change her panties. I was going to ask if she was ok when I heard her crying. I got a bad feeling suddenly that she was going to kill herself or something.Making my eyes not see the door in the bathroom, I saw she was sitting on the side of the tub crying. What I guessed were her wet panties had a corner sticking out from between a folded up towel..