Behind it on her side was the garden shed. She had to be quick and she had to be quiet. There was a slight wind which helped to cover the sound of her...shoes on the stone flags. She slipped the shed door open and almost tripped over the garden fork propped up in there, cursing under her breath. Taking a moment to compose herself, she took few breaths and considered what she was about to do. Should she, shouldn’t she. It seemed inappropriate, underhand, and a little devious. She paused, took. But after Jerry left to go on lifeguard duty she began to feel isolated at home in the house alone. Besides, that, the night with her husband was still a long way off.In n randy mood with a self-confessed horniness bearing heavy upon her emotions, she decided to spend what remained of the morning on the beach--in search of a healthy buttfuck. The startling realization that a big dick up her asshole could satisfy her fueled the fantasy that brought her down to the West Side shore line. She hit. Yes, yes; a rat am I.So after that I continued darting a glance or two her way, thinking the coast was now clear. The first odd thing, the fact that she looked at me in the first place, made a very small ripple in the pond -- it could've been coincidence, it could've been the window, it could've been her stretching a tube in her neck. Anything. So whatever flags were raised, here I simply ignored them. And rightly would have -- if that had been the last occurrence. After all, it was harmless.. ‘Whose is it? Tell me again.’ I could hear a completely primitive growl come out of your throat as you grabbed my hair and bit my ear as you asked me. ‘It is all yours, Daddy.’ With that, you started to fuck me harder and harder. I could feel your sac hitting against my butt cheeks, as if they were spanking me. We came together, sweaty, intense and strong. With a final groan, you fell on your back. I moved around so I could take your still sensitive head into my mouth. I wanted to taste our.