"Well let's see if you are wet enough yet," I said. I plunged my hand down under her panties and into her hole in one swift sudden motion."Oh my God! ...h MASTER!" she cried out. She stiffened up and her hands gripped the sides of her chair as she tossed her head back. My fingers churned inside her for a moment before coming back out."You call this wet? Hell, my fingers aren't even damp! I think you need some of that motivation I spoke of last time you were here! Don't move..." I said. I went. Men surrounding us were watching her intently. They were stroking their cocks.Dipti stood out with her Indian skin compared to the white skin that was seen in large numbers. And here I was the luckiest dude on the beach who dare not strip in front of her. My train of thoughts was broken as Dipti walked up to me and asked me to unhook her bra. I practically choked, my hands shook, as I unhooked her bra. She turned around and gave me an eyeful. I wanted to grab her, kiss her and suck her. Money wasn't the issue (Dad had a massive life insurance policy he'd purchased on his own, plus the company had taken one out on him, and neither Cinnamon or I would ever have to work again.) I cried with her for the first three days before my tears were expended. We both really loved and missed him.After the "crying our eyes out" phase ended, we entered the "obsessive activity" phase. Mine was hours on end of exercise - swimming, running, pull-ups, weight lifting, didn't matter what. It kept. Well, we got his shirt, shopped in thelingerie dept, the perfume dept where he bought me a bottle of Obsessionwhich I wear to this day.We did so many things couples do, Disneyland, Universal studios citywalk, and so many more things and places. I won't bore you with thedetails, but just know that in all ways, and I mean ALL WAYS, Ron alwaysmade my heart soar.Then one day, things changed. Ron had family problems with his kids, andwe lost touch. One day I saw him online, he had moved within 10.