The wind had begun to gust a bit and I could feel it push the thin material of my pants, out lining my swollen condition. I made my way up towards h...r. I planned to enter the dune with the shrub trees and perhaps be able to closely watch her masturbate. My chosen path would take me within ten feet of the woman. As I approached she got up on her knees doggy style and I could hear and see her working her cunt. Her head was turned away and she was making soft grunting sounds as she stroked. Told me she’s been married and divorced so many times, she can’t remember her maiden name. Tied the knot more times than I did. Always unraveled though, same as for me. Doesn’t want to use any of the ex’s names, so she picked Jugosa for herself. Said she like the sound of it. Inspired by watching Bela Lugosi in an old vampire film. Liked the sound of his name.” Olé explained.“You don’t speak Spanish, do you Olé.” Statement, not a question.“Good enough. “Otra cerveza frio, por favor! Donde es el. He stared back up at the ceiling the silence shortly being disturbed by the sound of his phone alerting him to a text. Opening the message, he sees the image of a small framed blonde girl posing naked in her bathroom at the bottom of the picture read, "Hey Liam, how about another few rounds? The other night was just so much fun; we have to do it again."The women had a body any man would love to have underneath him; slim waist large full and perky double D breast and an ass just the right size. She let out a throaty chuckle. “It’s hot in here, isn’t it. We ought to turn the AC up.” She got up from the couch as if to do so, but instead stripped off her t-shirt. “That’s better.” She was wearing a pretty white bra with lace trimmings. I’m not an expert on lingerie, but it looked to be aiming for sexy more than functional. It was succeeding. Never one for half measures, my mother slipped out of her shorts, revealing skimpy bikini panties, also white, and embroidered at the front. I.