She patted the bubbly, goofy dog while I ventured out and looked around for any beach-goers - any potential owners - but there was no-one to be seen, ...nd I had a second-to-none view of the scenery. So I made my way back into the shrubs, and there I found Caitlin on the ground with the dumb dog licking her. He was really making a feast of Caitlin's pussy, and my boner returned.That fear of being caught subsided, and I didn't care whose dog this was or if they were far behind it. Maybe the dog. He easily caught up to her, laughing. ‘Hey, I saw that smile. And there’s nothing creepy about me appreciating your body. Like art.’ She couldn’t hold it in any longer and busted out laughing. From all the flirtatious text messages he sent her, she was starting to get used to his banter. Plus, it made her feel good to know that he seemed to like her. It didn’t sound displeasing or creepy when he said those things. They stopped walking when they encountered a crowd gathering, the music growing. I decided to pursue this redundant questioning to make her nod some more and see how much deeper I could slide inside. ‘Every inch’ I quizzed. She rapidly nodded her head as if to say ‘yessss’ go on to something else. This made me groan, as the first half inch of my cock head passed through her mouth and entered into her tight throat. Lisa now had the first five inches of my cock inside her mouth. She groaned as she vacuumed out more pre cum, gulping it down her throat and pulling me inside her. The couple sat in silence, each momentarily lost in their own bubble of thoughts and emotions. ‘You’ve lost your accent,’ Joelle eventually remarked. ‘I’ve been wondering what it was … You’re talking like a pom!’ ‘I am a pom,’ Nick smiled. ‘And you’ve changed too,’ he added. ‘Your clothes … I mean, what happened to the cut-offs?’ Now it was Joelle’s turn to give an account of the last fifteen years. She described the turmoil of coming to a decision: Should she let herself love Nick? He’d been.