’ Ten feet below, a sandy beach stretched around a small inlet. Young men and women, in various stages of undress, cavorted in the sunshine. A big, ...airy guy on a jet ski sped off with a naked girl pressed to his back. A clothesline had been strung between two trees and nude couples played volleyball over a net of clothes. Two men, standing in chest deep water, with topless women perched on their shoulders, engaged in an aquatic chicken fight. The girls shrieked with laughter, as they struggled. She had lived there for about 5 years, but her daughter was away at college (ASU) and as I learned later, her husband had passed away. The first few times we passed each other on the blacktop walking path around the development, our dogs had glared at each other, with some growling as well. But then, as time moved on, our dogs began to speak to each other, in dog talk, and then sniff. And as they communicated, so too did we. Speaking, that is; sniffing would come later."I'm Stan and my friend. Notanother boy my own age, but a little girl who was covered in bruises andblood from a slash wound to the throat. I pushed my friends away and oneof them threw a broken beer bottle at me. I caught it, which of course gotmy fingerprints all over it. Not that I fully understood as a ten yearold.I shouted and swore at them and they ran away, and I knelt down and triedto shake the girl back into life.I fled the scene crying, and you may have wondered why I didn't find apoliceman at once and report. I fist my hands through his hair again, releasing my legs so he has more room to move. My orgasm is quickly building. He pulls out slow, dragging his pelvis across my clit, then quickly slams back into me until his hips hit mine. The force of his thrusts pushes my whole body forward and I have to place my hands against the wall of his bedroom to keep from moving. He holds my waist firmly and picks up his pace again, groaning. He thrusts hard and fast, holding my waist tightly. He thrusts.