They pick up a few pebbles and throw them in and wait ... no noise.“Jeeeeesus. That is REALLY deep ... here ... throw one of these great big rocks d...wn there. Those should make a noise”.They pick up a couple football-sized rocks and toss them into the hole and wait ... and wait. Nothing.They look at each other in amazement. One gets a determined look on his face and says “Hey ... over here in the weeds, there’s a railroad tie. Help me carry it over here. When we toss THAT sucker in, it’s GOTTA. The knowing look she gave me when I lifted my eyes intensified my blush. The sweat prickled my forehead, causing her to let out a breathy giggle. Then her smile slipped away and her expression became… I can’t remember who kissed whom. Regardless, we were joined, connected at the mouth and tentatively suckling at each other’s lips. Still holding hands, I felt for her in the darkness of my own closed eyes, inching forward when she pulled back, and allowing her to push against me when she pressed. When he had a hard on, her small hand was just able to encircle its girth. She loved feeling him pulsate in her hand which made her want him more."I think we should stay in bed all day, darling," she said. "The sea is a little on the choppy side. Being in this water bed will be perfect for us." Okay," he replied, not wanting to get seasick like he had during that storm a week ago. He had never been so sick in his life. Now he took two tablets to prevent him getting that ill again. It was. For the neighborhood busy body she could certainly cum with the best of them. I emptied my load into her too.I asked her if I was as good as her self-induced sexual gratification. She said that I was much better, that I was better than her husband, and that I was better than all of her previous lovers too.Mrs. Turner was not in any hurry to get dressed and go after that. We stayed naked and drank some tea as we talked about my ex-wife and her husband. Mrs. Turner wasn’t the mean hearted bitch.