We were in school regulation dark blue speedo style swim trunks. My cock just wouldn’t go down. My trunks were quite brief and I was very conscious ...f how my knob was all but peeping out above the waistband. The thin material taut over my stiff shaft would have made it obvious I was up erect and showed the outline of my shaft and knob perfectly (see my “wife’s sexy panties” gallery). I was getting “we know what you’ve been up to!” looks from other boys. I think some of them were up erect too!. I could sense her uneasiness and her face looked drunk. I asked her what was wrong. She told that it felt good. I would want to do it again but I don't want be abusive.The next thing I thought of was for me to touch her pussy. She wouldn't let me. With just a right amount of charm I was able to make her agree for one condition. We have to do it at night by the beach, where there is not much people around. So we made our way there.We were alone at the dark beach. We hid behind a stone cottage,. I only have to be out here until daylight."With a wave, Maureen left me at the side of the road. Behind me was a clearing that led to the lake. I thought it would be an excellent place to settle for the night. There was about another half hour of daylight left, and I watched as the sun sank lower on the horizon. I unrolled my sleeping bag and unpacked my supplies. From my bag, I pulled out a magazine called 'Weird New Jersey,' which related all the legends about this area.According to one of. Reyes.”“If you can get our daughter under control, I'll do anything,” she said.“Good,” I told her and cupped her face. I kissed her.“Mamá!” squeaked Pita as I kissed her mother. “What the fuck. Hector, he's kissing your wife.”Mr. Reyes just stood there as I kissed his wife. She was frozen, not kissing me back. I broke it and stroked her cheek. Her eyes were wide with shock. The husband looked furious for a moment then confused.“Mrs. Reyes, you're going to have to do better,” I said. “You have.