It was early Friday evening and she was still in her business clothes. It almost seemed like her first day at work. She had on a red silk blouse that ...as unbuttoned down the front, tantalizingly close to her bra. Her skirt was black and mid-thigh in length. She also had on a pair of fishnet stockings and higher heels than she would normally wear. She looked business like but in a very sexy way. My mouth was getting dry just looking at her. We hugged for a long time and I told her that she. He's got a job, and he made a whole lot of babies around here. He needs to be here. This is where he belongs."Then her eyes got round as the full impact of everything that had been said hit her. He could stay... would stay ... and she'd still get to be with him sometimes. She hugged Sally tightly. "I'm so happy for you," she said.The mood in the house improved markedly that day. To those of us in this modern day it seemes inconcievable that Sally would do what she did, but remember that these. I was spreading it with a fork pressing hard enough to make her moan. She wanted to move her hand, but she couldn’t. But she constantly was moving her legs, in moaning and pleasuring, kicking in the air and lifting it.She even gave bites on her lips to bleed when I spread the jam on her other boobs. I kept on doing it. Soon she was literally jumping in the dining table. I was just hard enough to make her boobs red but I did not make a dent or make her boobs bleed. It was just a kinky action to. I rose up and positioned myself between her thighs. With both hands, I scooped up a large amount of the wet sand surrounding us and piled it up under Debbie’s butt to raise it up. 　 With Debbie’s butt propped up on the wet sand, I held one of her thighs back with my left hand while I guided my fully engorged member into her soft folds. Slowly at first I began to thrust. On my knees and with my back to the ocean, I could feel the waters lapping at the soles of my feet. As Debbie’s soft moans.