Like I was some little kid who couldn't make her own decisions. I mean, I knew that things with Andy couldn't work and it wasn't like he was going to ...weep me off my feet just because he showed up after a year looking... well, like he did.Which is why I got so mad when the doorbell rang as I was brushing my teeth. I threw my robe over the tee shirt and panties I was wearing and stomped down the steps to throw open the door."Listen, Wilson. You better get the hell off my..." Hi, Beth." Andy!. The bloody sand would splash up and cover her as she stamped her feet to music only she could hear. Frequently, her movements were so vigorous that the bloody mix would actually reach her face and cheeks. Hera would stand panting afterward, with the gore that had once been part of me dripping down her body. Her expression twisted in some sick, horrific, triumphant smile that made no sense to me. The tide would come in once she was done and gone. In time it would wash away my blood, leaving the. I knew I shouldn't, but she wasn't trying to hide it, and I just didn't feel like looking away. She was just too pretty. She reminded me of her mother when we were that age. Same red hair, similar do's, freckles, dimples, and, it seems, nicely proportioned breasts, both topped with puffy nipples. My gaze lingered on those for just a bit too long, so I looked away."It's all right Dad. You can look. It's not like you've never seen them before. Hell, last night you practically ate them." Oh, God.. Grabbing my hips, he tried to anticipate my movements. It took him a while, but by the next song, our bodies synced. No matter how random it might have seemed, he found a pattern. No man had ever been able to match me. Surprising.I focused on the feeling. Sensing his depth, his shape, the texture, all somewhat familiar, but still unique as a fingerprint. He was going the distance. Second orgasm and building on a third. Usually, I could sense when they were close to giving up, but I was normally.