That night, I took my surf pole, fishing gear, and a chair down to the beach. It was beautiful and quiet. I could see an occasional person fishing o... just walking along. There was only a quarter moon, so it was dark. I couldn’t distinguish a person’s features unless they were twenty or thirty feet from me. I thought to myself, I could be buck naked and no one would be able to tell unless they walked right up to me. With that, I took off my swim trunks, leaving on my long shirt that came. "How's tricks? And by the looks of things, it looks like you're pretty glad to see me," she asked playfully, pointing to my hard cock jutting from my body. "How did you know?!" I asked incredulously, not believing what I was hearing. "I didn't see you open your eyes." "It was your cologne, Danny. It's pretty distinctive, you know. Hardly anyone wears Brut anymore," she replied, then looked at me with a demand in her eyes. "Lick me, Danny. You know you want to," she purred in a whisper. "Much. She pulled her knees up, spread her legs wide apart and inserted a finger deep into her vagina, which constricted around it as she savoured the intensity of her private orgasm. She moaned, then almost purred, and I thought she looked incredibly sexy, laying on the bed with her pussy splayed and filled with an attentive finger while her body convulsed and trembled with her climax. I couldn't help wondering to myself whether if that bricklaying hunk worked here for a few more days my wife would. Elaina’s breasts did that odd yet exciting circular dance on her chest with each powerful thrust and Charles was drawn to those fabulous, all natural tits. He cupped one breast in his hands and enveloped her nipple with his mouth. It was the trigger Elaina was waiting for. “Uhhhhhh… aw fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Elaina screamed as release followed release and followed release. The bed cover under her ass was literally soaked with clear cum. Charles’ nostrils were assailed with a thick and.