I could see her head turned as she watched my white dick thrust in and out of her black pussy. It was turning her own, I could tell, because she reach...d under herself, found her clit, and started touching herself. I reached under her too and felt my cock sliding in and out and traced her fingers as she pleasured herself. Another orgasm came for Grace, and I slowly slid out of her.At this point, I wanted to do something different, something Grace and I had talked about but had never acted on.. He pulled into a nice shady spot and said "Ta-da!" "What?" I said with a confused look on my face. This is "Haulover." "I'm sorry Mr. Ponce. Is Haulover a restaurant?" "No! It's a beach." "Oh, well I don't have a bathing suit or towel..." Mr. Ponce broke in to laughter and said "Matthew, you don't need a bathing suit. It's a NUDE beach. And, because I was planning on coming here after your lesson, I have extra towels." I started to blush. "Oh, Mr. Ponce, I... I don't know if... I ..." He. But finally, ever so slowly I felt us going over the edge. For the last ten seconds we were ravenous dogs, our skin smacking against each other in a frenzy to reach the finish line, her hair now wild, disheveled, breathing and moaning in tandem. "Oh god," she groaned, her voice strained, "I can't.. I can't.. Aaah!" And then we were falling, finally tipping over the edge of complete ecstasy, my body feeling as if it’d been kissed by an angel, the warm exhilaration rushing around and around my. ’ ‘The guy?’ She looked away from him. ‘What guy?’ ‘You know what guy I’m talking about.’ He moved in close and pressed his lips to hers. He gripped her arm and moved her into contact with his crotch. Instinctively she pulled back and turned her body away from him. He watched her expression become less certain. ‘That guy. The one that you say doesn’t exist. I thought we agreed that I wouldn’t ask about your relationships if you didn’t ask about mine. I thought Candy fell under that category,.