The others look empty. Peggy’s place was all that is left at the end of the road. I guess I’ll have plenty of privacy. For a few weeks each summer...when I was growing up, my parents used to bring me to her place. It had been built in the 50’s on a concrete slab with concrete blocks painted pink and jalousie windows. Not a popular part of the beach back then, filled with several rows of houses each parallel to the water. Now after the past several years of hurricanes, many of the houses were. -You ok? I asked.-Glh, glh, glh. She seemed ok. -You want to get fucked?-Glh, glh, glh.-I'll take that as a yes. I pushed her onto her back on the blanket and, holding her by the ankles, opened and raised her legs. She hooked her arms around then raising her pelvis so her cunt was fully on display. I couldn't resist one last lick and I ran my flat tongue from her ass to her clit, lapping and smacking my lips. -Magnificent, I whispered into her ear as I held my cock at her entrance,. I reach out to stroke your face but pause, my fingers an inch from your lips as they part and I feel your warm, moist exhalation as you sigh in your sleep. I trace the outline of your cheek and chin, my fingertips remaining a scant inch from your flesh. I move downward, tracing the graceful line of your throat, not touching, until my fingers hover over your breast. I move my fingertips across my thumb as if rolling your nipple between in the gentle pinch that never fails to draw moans of. I reach around and tap on your bulging pants and tell you to take it off. I watch as you obey my command. I am turned on by your following my lead. I remove your shirt and we continue to rub each others bodies. Your hands finally find their way to my ass, and you pull the skirt up, placing your palms directly on the skin. You squeeze and pull me forward. My skirt is now hiked to my waist. Your cock is rubbing against my pussy and I want more. I turn in your arms and slide down to the floor. I.