I knew I had responsibilities as part of the volunteer rescue league through the resort. Making up my quickly, I did up my jeans, threw on a t-shirt a...d quietly left the house, locking it up behind me. I walked fast down toward the beach, almost slipping a few times on wet stones and slippery roots. It was late morning but the sky was dark and angry. Heading toward the beach I caught a glimpse between lighting strikes of the huts at the far end. Stopping at each hut cautiously searching the. I imagine our scents would mingle in the air around us. Entwining as we have entwined. Joining as we have joined. Creating a single scent, as we were a single being for a time. What does it taste like? Salty. Unique. I imagine what sampling your skin would be like, learning you with my tongue as I have with my hands. Seeking out the very essence of you. What does real sex sound like? Fast. Low. Surely not like the theatric screams, moans, and grunts of pornography. I imagine the panting, the. “ Cum for me you motherfucker!” she shouted. It was all too much and I began to ejaculate. There was a lot of it too it got on my shirt, on the floor, some of it even shot across the room and landed on Madam Humbert.“Oh no, you came too soon,” She chided, “You’ll have to do better than that if you want to work for me.” “I can do better than that I promise,” I said, “I’ll prove it.” And with that I stripped out of my clothes giving the oversexed cougar the sight of my young muscular body. I then. I managed to raise myself to kneel and examine my bottom with my hands; looking down I was absolutely amazed at how much of me there was! My hips were wide and round, and I couldn't even reach around to the middle of my ass. I leaned forward and felt down the backs of my legs and was distracted as my breasts, larger and heavier than before, bounced on my stomach. I grabbed at the outside of my right thigh and felt it swing heavily against my left thigh. I tried to reach further under my leg,.