I hadn’t used my ability to make her do that. She was just in ecstasy and wanted more of it. My dick was still rock hard and I certainly wanted more...so she was going to get more. Looking down I could see that her eyes were barely open she seemed barely conscious but she kept begging for more and touching herself. I had to know so I entered her head seeking her thoughts. There was nothing coherent except for two words ‘Greg’s Dick’. Lena was at that moment not much more than an animal in need. "I know," he whispered as he released me. We made our way back to theboardwalk. I swore that I'd never wear my mary janes to the beach againas I attempted to remove the sand trapped between my toes. Had theboardwalk been in better repair, I'd have traversed it barefoot. Toomany splinters in the past convinced me not to make the attempt. Bettera few grains of sand in a shoe, than a piece of rotted wood extendingfrom skin's surface."What do you want to do now?" he asked me. I told him honestly. Beyond that, there’s babes of all types. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, babes with purple hair. Tall and short. Knockers large enough to knock out an eye if you’re not too careful, and babes with tits small enough that they look like really young teenage girls. Babes with braces, babes with glasses — although admittedly they mostly wear sunglasses since they’re in the sun most of the time. Most of the Bikini Waxers, as they’re called, are on the thinner-than-average side, but that’s not always. Until I could persuade her, though, I just wanted to be near her. If presenting myself weekly for another rejection was what it took to get her to actually speak to me, that’s what I’d do. It’s not that I got off on being rejected. Every time she gently sent me packing I vowed I would never ask her again, but somehow by the next Friday I just couldn’t help myself. It was like I was helpless around her – a moth drawn to her flame. I could feel that flame now, even over the phone. ‘So you are Tim.