Beauty speaks with a low-pitched, rich voice. I wonder at the forces which have put me at this particular place at just the right time."I don't think ...ou have any idea how much I need to be fucked at this very moment."I laugh with pure joy and pull her to me, molding her warm, supple body to mine. Without a doubt the wind and the tide are pale comparisons to the force of nature held within this creature.Thank goodness the area is deserted.I lower my hands to her waist and stretch my palms up. I was suddenly extremely nervous, I didn't know why. He asked what was wrong'I'm not sure sir, I just feel really nervous' I was shaking. 'I think it'd be best if I just went, I'm sorr-''Nope! not happening' he laughed.he pulled my waist from behind and sat me on his knee. 'That would mean everything has been a waste of time' He started kissing my neck.Still frozen I just sat there. I'm pretty small and skinny, he is 6'3 and very strong so I was just bite size compared to him. He lifted me up. She didn't have very big tits, but they were nicely shaped and had very big nipples, I was stiff just watching her, I even had a quick stroke before she left her room, I waited for her to re-appear but she didn't, so I went to bed.The following week was very quiet, it rained on the Friday so I had another week off, Margaret was noticeable by her absence whenever I was watching. I tried to obtain a view of other women but doing so was always fraught with risks, I had to set the telescope up in a. Margarita proved to have a razor-sharp mind and quickly began to pick up the language. After a few days of the basics, we adopted a system of informal story-telling, wherein I would relate a lengthy "story" in English -- often a more-or-less true, if not-necessarily-exciting, incident from my past. Then Margarita was obliged to repeat the story back to me, in whatever mixture of English and Spanish she could manage. The Spanish sometimes proved necessary in order to communicate the fact that.