I could feel my mouth move but no sound comes out. I tried to scream, but nothing. Why? My wrist and upper arms were being held to the sand with some ...ort of binding so I couldn't even lift my shoulders. And my ankles and thighs were bound the same way. I was virtually held in place and couldn't make a sound. But for some reason, at least not yet, I wasn't scared. I tried to listen and see if I could hear anyone but nothing but the waves. I knew this was an optional clothing beach so being. As the passenger door opened my hand came from the back seat and I covered my dick with the small pair of white panties. "You forgot your receipt." he said with a smile as he sat down and closed the door. I was speechless as he moved his hand to the panties and pulled them from my lap. I was too shocked to protest when he grabbed my hand and moved it to the large bulge growing in his pants. Slowly he used my hand to unzip his pants then moved my hand inside his briefs to his cock. I couldn't. Insatiable. She loved life and lived it to the fullest. She always seemed to be happy and always tried to make sure the people around her were happy, too. With you, doubly so. She made sure you never wanted for anything, especially in the bedroom. She was always experimental and tried to follow your whims.You smile at the memory of her, then frown again and heave a sigh. It's going to be really hard finding anyone who was quite like her.As you turn to leave the cemetery, a chill runs up your. The string music seeming to make the perfect counter point as his neighbor replaced a book she'd been reading on her bookshelf. Examining the shelf more closely she left the room for a moment, returning shortly with a rag she began dusting most of the surfaces in the room as he watched.He knew all of the labels people might apply to what he was doing. All of the terms by which they would refer to him, Voyeur, Peeping Tom, Stalker and because of the age difference, Dirty Old Man and Pervert..