About a minute after Steve had turned toward the shore, he heard a voice over his shoulder. He looked to see a darkly tanned man lying on a surf board...paddling alongside him. ‘I can take the boy in. I’ll slide off so he can ride on the board, and I’ll push him back. You can concentrate on your girl.’ Steve easily placed the boy on the surfboard and the man began pushing it toward the shore. Steve started talking to Gwen as they made their way back to the beach. ‘It’s my fault, Gwen. I never. She sucked him diligently, the odd slurp escaping her mouth, and when he felt her teeth brush against his firm cock head, he reached a euphoric state. Instinctively, he put a hand on the back of her head, almost as if to guide it as she gracefully bobbed up and down. He could see her shoulder and arm muscles flexing as they strained to keep her hands pumping on his cock. She continued to suck on his head with exceptional concentration, each time pushing more of his cock deeper into her mouth,. I was having so much fun I didn’t want it to end. I hugged and kissed my Mother and Nana and headed up to bed. A feeling of dread came over me as I made my way up the steps to my room. I went to bed on the sofa keeping a bright nightlight to ward off the monsters that come out in the dark. That night, as with all of her visits, I wasn’t worried about monsters. It was her nightmares. Night terrors they’re called now. Horrifying dreams so intense, they consume a person as they sleep and terrify. I went past him, got my cock out and immediately released my pent-up bladder. As my stream eased down I heard a rustling behind me. The young man was still there, he smiled at me and quite subconsciously I relaxed my face and gave him a soft smile back. It wasn’t meant as a signal, but he took it as one, he stepped close behind me and wrapped one arm around me and grasped the hand holding my cock. I took my hand away and let him play with my rapidly hardening shaft, then half turned towards.