It wasn't my fault. Not at first. I guess it's my fault that I kind of let things get out of control. My biggest fear is that you are going to freak o...t and do something stupid and get in trouble, or get hurt. I will understand if you are mad at me. I will even understand if you ... well, I can't even bring myself to say that. Just sit quiet and listen and I will tell you everything."So I did. I told him every terrible detail. From the first rape in the van at the grocery store to the gang rape. Or about two hours. Again, not bad if you are used to bicycling.There are quite a few people who walk or bicycle down to the cut and then come up behind the dunes. But they are mainly looking for a place to sunbathe in the nude, so they only come up a half-mile or so. As long as they are back there out of the way, the beach patrols will leave them alone. Sometimes I will see a particularly shy young miss sunning herself a mile or even two miles back up, but I have never seen anyone near MY. "Be my guest and if she still as good as she was you're in for a treat." My husband moved his hands to my shoulders and pushed me to my knees and for the first time I saw Sid's cock.My first impression had been right. Sid was huge, about two inches longer than my husbands and much much thicker. His foreskin was already pulled back and his huge knob glistened with the pre-cum my fist had smeared over it. Sid took his shaft in his hand and pressed it against my tightly closed lips. There was no. The sense of compelling desire and warm affection intensified through my body and caught in my throat. I bent to kiss the sweet, white, baby smooth skin I had been caressing near the ‘V’ of her panties. She moved the leg furthest from me slightly to make room for my lips to linger high in the warmth of her lovely inner tenderness. I moaned quietly as my hand stroked higher to caress the warm, soft skin and cradle the thigh to hold it to my lips. I kissed a trail of loving touches on the baby.