Even as a k**, I knew there was a "gay" part of the beach. As my desire and courage increased, I moved closer and closer to that area.I was a young, f...t and attractive k**. Although I was nervous, I didn't think it would be hard to find a guy to hook up with. I started hanging out on the edge of the "gay" area and under my breath, as guys would walk by, say "want a blow job." Several guys would look at me but keep going. Soon an older guy came by on a bicycle. He was about 40 or 50, I didn't. Her torment immediately started twisting his fingers around inside her, really reaming her, she squirmed and moaned, but she kept her legs open and her tits pushed out. When the guy pulled out his fingers I could say that she was really gaping for the first time. She looked alarmed to the point it distracted everyone. The he plunged back in, mercilessly pistonning in and out. When she started cumming, he would pull out and watch her twitching hole and then jam his fingers back in. Her pussy. ‘Please, Mister… I thought we were just going to…’ I whimper softly before I find his cock shutting me up yet again, its full length seeking entrance into me. He’s oddly gentle with it, unlike in the car, using rather slow strokes as he fucks my mouth. His grip upon the back of my neck is still hard, but his rhythm is slow. ‘I know what you thought, sweetie,’ Mr. Facelli says down to me. Ipretend to gag a bit on his cock, trying to hide a laugh. That’s what he always calls Ally. ‘But let me. She can buy whatever she wants when she wants. That woman isn’t going anywhere.”“I don’t know,” he says putting his face into his hands for a moment. “I don’t even know what the hell is happening to me.”“What do you mean?” Ashley asks inquisitively. “You’re fucking me and she knows about it—big deal. Affairs usual get found out about at some point. At least this way, it’s already out in the open.”“It’s not that,” he says, dropping his hand down to the desk.“You wanted to talk,” Ashley says. She.