Our parents were gone for the week and unlike most teenagers we decided on just a weekend of us and movies, drinking and crap food over throwing a par...y. so what do we do now? Alex asked me while sitting on the counter while I stacked the fridge. Alex is tall about 63 with black coal hair, muscled body from all the outdoor games and blue eyes. I was 57 with the same hair falling to my back and 32B cup tits and a great ass. Alex and I did a lot of outdoorsy stuff so our bodies were pretty toned.. While reading the story, she reached in her nightstand drawer and pulled out her dildo. The further she read into the story the wetter she became, and her nipples began to harden. Elizabeth slowly slid her dildo into her dripping wet pussy; she almost came the second she pulled the dildo out the first time. Slowly Elizabeth began to fuck herself with the dildo, wishing it was some strong dominating man having his way with her. Elizabeth dropped her cell phone down on the bed, realizing that if. His hands touched my thighs, fingertips brushing from outer thigh to inner thigh. I could feel my wetness dripping down me and into my crack between my buttocks. Those fingers were coming closer to the tops of my thighs now and each stroke caused me breath to increase. Suddenly he stopped and I cried out in anguish. For the first time he made a sound, ‘shh’ and then I silent again. I tried to recognize the voice but failed. My mind couldn’t concentrate on anything except my now burning desire.. The warmth of the beneficent sun, the wind gusts, and the ocean’s swell remain so silent. The ocean would always endure, astounding science and forcing the poets to dream. Ah! To touch the ocean and to hear its silent mystery, not clockwork, but a pervading mystery, and to watch the sandpiper searching the small pebbles of its shore, the seagull suspended in the air and fighting the wind, and the music of that silent ocean, undulating and hiding what lurks below its surface.He dives into that.