I didn't know what was the matter with me, but some one else did — my father. He and I really didn't get along and as far as I was concerned it was ...ll his fault. He had come home from War Two, stayed with my mom and me for about two months and then he split. One day he left for work and never came home. Six months later he was back. He and my mom disappeared into their bedroom and I heard them talking most of the night and in the morning it seemed as if she had forgiven him, but I never did.I. Johns river and across is the Landing, all aglow with it’s neon lights. We walk and chat like the old friends we sort of are. And that is, of course, an amusingly thread of this live conversation. I ask about her posting and her live in friend that moved on, I ask about the relationship she has with her husband and all the photos she has taken and posted. She asks me about my wife and my life, and before we know it we find ourselves off the edge of the patio, the night air caressed by the scent. So good.”Kelly continued to dry-hump me. Her arousal became so intense that she essentially attained a catatonic state, her eyes glazed over and her head thrown back. She sped up, grunting and groaning. I knew where she was headed, and increased my handling of her tits, squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples.“Yes! Yes! Yes! Keep doing that!” she cried, as I continued to brutalize her breasts, reinforcing her demand by gripping my hands again. It was just a few seconds later that she. I said "sure", and off we went. The breeze of the ocean was chilly and Linda hadn't brought a sweatshirt. I offered to walk in the upwind side first and she walked closer to me. Our arms touched several times. I was keenly aware of each time we would touch and wanted to keep in contact. The sand was uneven though and we would often break contact. Just as soon as that would happen though, we seemed to readjust and soon we were touching again. My heart was pounding in my chest. "What the heck", I.