There was no sound of waves sloshing against the shore or chirping against pilings or boats. There was no scent of fish, seaweed, salt, that defined t...e scent of the shore. There were no cries of seagulls feeling lonely or squabbling over scraps, no raven's croaks, in fact, the only sound was the susurration of the wind against sand. The dry, powdery, hot sand.John noticed that instead of the moist smells of the ocean, the smell was a flinty, ozone scent, and the air was very dry. Almost at the. ? Their small dog barked repeatedly adding tothe din that finally brought Stacy Todd awake.???? Wakingwas accompanied by a wave of nausea propelling Stacy to reach for the steeringwheel to pull herself upright.? Shequickly opened the door, leaned over, and vomited on the parking lot pavement.? ????Maybe we better call the EMTs, Frank.? Get away, Samantha,? said the woman jumpingback to avoid the splatter while jerking the dog?s leash to pull him way.???? ?No,don?t, I?m all right,? was all Stacy. Being our first date I knew I wasn’t going to get anything from Mary so to put her at ease we sat outside. It was fine, Mary was a pretty girl and I hoped that having a few more dates would put me in the back seat with her. As the night went on Don and Nancy smoked a lot of pot and Don ,well lets just say he liked his beer.He was so wasted by the end of the night all he wanted was to get home, so he was the first one I dropped off. Since Mary lived closer she was the next one ,leaving horny. It’s very cute. His balls are going to be sore by the time I get home. I think I’ll take my time.We weren’t always this kinky. It started a couple of months ago when my husband, in a fit of passion and a little drunk, told me he wanted to lick his cum from me after making love. Really what he wanted was for me to make him lick his cum from me.We never did anything about it, he seemed to lose interest in doing it once he came. Over the next few months, he mentioned it once or twice and I could.