I missed the sex, of course, but not as much as I thought I would. When I felt horny, solo sex usually took the edge off. It sounds like a dull life, ...ut it had its spicy moments. Exploring above my cove one day, I found a path that ran through a thicket into a sandy spot with big slabs of standing rock on the landward side and a clear view to the water on the south and west. I started going there two or three times a week, admiring the view and basking in the sun. I often did this in the nude,. I drove my cock as deeply as possible and released my own flow of cum in hot jets of sperm. Amber jerked and shook more even though I held her forcefully on my lap. Our sexual connection was barely minutes old and already we hit an orgasmic high. In her post coitus bliss, Amber fell forward on my chest, her head resting on my shoulder, her warm breath exhaling on my neck. We remained silent simply enjoying the feel of out bodies resting against the other. My cock withdrew from her heated core,. Soon she was crying. Her friend held her. “She had a rough-around-the-edges feel, but she was such a softie. We became friends. Eventually we kissed at a party. Some people heard, outing me. God, I was such a bitch to her.”“Why?” Fancy said, with more concern. She never saw her friend like this.“I pushed her away. I was a cheerleader. She was a lesbian. Do you know where I’m from? They don’t like that. It was like a forbidden romance, you know?” Lauren said, chuckling.“Hell, I’m from Houston. I. She squirmed slightly now, wanting...wanting so much what was to come next, now that the needles were all in place.“Stop.” His free hand reached up and pinched her right nipple, sensitive and erect, hard, twisting as it pinched.“I’m sorry…”At this, and at her falling still as a graven statue, he gave one last reminding pinch and removed his fingers from her breast.She could not see. She could only lay there, legs drawn up and fallen open, her ass right on the edge of the bed on that pile of.