Names, locations and descriptions of certain things, such as cars, will be fictitious. The descriptions of all of the events, both personal and sexual... will be factual as they happened. Hi, if you've read my profile, then you know who I am and what I do, so I won't bore you with the details. The photos are really me, so no physical description is needed either. I am a divorced mother of 2 beautiful boys, ages 9 and 6. After my divorce thre years ago, I realized that my husband had never truly. “Can I stay with you awhile?” she sounded frightened.“Sure, come on over,” I said holding open the covers for her to lie down.Lightning struck again followed by thunder and, although it was farther away, Susie curled up next to me seeking the protection of my arms with her stuffed doggy tucked in between us.“Shhh...” I tried to calm her. “Everything is OK. You can sleep now.”I gave her a kiss on her forehead and in an instant she was sound asleep her breathing slow and even. Listening to the. As the side of my arms brushed against the soft flesh of the sides of her breasts, Lindie gasped into my mouth. I pulled her tightly against my chest and loved the feeling of her chest against mine.Then my hands stroked lower and reaching the base of her spine I rested them on the top ridges of beautiful flesh below. My desire raged through my body and I pulled her hips toward mine. Our sensitive spots, our bulges, met each others’ and I gasped into her mouth from the ecstasy I felt. I wanted. “We need somewhere with more privacy.”“Yeah...” I gasped as I caught my breath after our lip lock.“Over there, below the road,” Tess panted. She was as breathless as me. We hopped up and jogged over towards the southern end of the beach. The beach ended with twenty-foot-high bluffs, with the roadway at the top of the bluffs. Brush was growing up along the base of the bluffs. We made our way behind the brush, where it would hide us from people on the beach while the bluffs would hide us from.