I was busy reading in my floor's common room until well after midnight, when all the students eventually returned from their nights of debauchery at o...e of the campus frat houses or wherever they had been. Most of them were, of course, drunk off their asses. They were stumbling back to their rooms either singing too loudly, laughing too loudly, or both.The steady stream of drunkards eventually slowed down, but at around 3:00, the elevator doors pinged open again. Three girls walked out. Two of. In Phoenix it had been playful and sensual. It was just having a good time. But the first night in our beach house it was intense and passionate. The kissing was less about foreplay and more about our hunger for one another.On Saturday we hit a trendy brunch spot in the city and walked around the harbor. We had sex that afternoon on a secluded beach on Sullivan's Island not from from Fort Moultrie. It was slow and sensual with no worry about being caught in the early spring. We were both. But Nanda was quite gentle to start with and as time went he became a bit more aggressive but she didn’t mind it at all; even the slight pain she felt was joyful.He sucked nonstop going from one nipple to the other. “Oh Honey” she moaned. She didn’t care anymore whether it was her departed husband or her son who was giving her this to pleasure which she hasn’t had for ten years! All her suppressed desires came out like roaring waters breaking through the flood gate she has set up as a safe. There were the usual bags of rubbish, but these were all torn open by urchins and urban foxes who'd been scavenging for what the better-off could afford to discard. There were broken bottles, the remnants of a bicycle that had been pulled apart and some ancient electrical devices that had been disembowelled for any part of potential value. There was also a tramp sitting several metres away who hadn't noticed Olive and probably still wouldn't register she was there if she'd hit him with a brick..