Russ Lawrence looked in the mirror of the men's locker room and said goodbye ... to himself. For the second time in his life, with a smile on his face... turning the knob, Russ Lawrence stepped under the shower at Bikini Beach. -------------------------------------------------------------------EPILOGUEAugust 3, 2008; 10:30amThe old woman watched the attractive middle aged woman get into the car (a Mercury) and drive away. With a sigh, she went into her office and opened the back closet. Reaching. A living breathing personification of beauty in it’s purest form. You were the very creature that He had in mind when it was decided that sex should feel so pleasurable. Slipping my arms beneath you I scoop your body up once more and carry you over to the towel I placed on the edge of the jacuzzi. Your hands slide from around my neck to grip the front of my shirt, and pulling tightly the buttons pop off, exposing my chest as bare as your own. I see the same __expression that must be upon my. She moved his hand onto her chest, letting him squeeze her tits. Getting a good grope of his cock, she then moved her hands up onto his chest, breaking the kiss as she removed his shirt. Her hands sat firmly on his chest as she climbed off of the bed and onto her knees. Their tongues continued to entwine with one another as she knelt there. She quickly pushed him away, and started kissing down his torso. Each kiss was gently planted on his skin until she reached his stomach. She looked at him. I slipped my two fingers under the elastic and rubbed her gash she now groaned louder as my fingers were doing what she wanted, easily finding her button I rubbed her as my middle finger slipped inside her hole and with my mouth on her neck she was grinding herself on the chair, then she exploded, groaning and moaning as I rubbed her to orgasm. When she’d recovered I lifted her up off the chair and said “Come with me” I led her into the front room and sat her on the sofa, as we sat down we.