Even childbirth hadnt changed her frame. She had obviously just got up when id come around. She wore only shorts that barely covered her oert ass and ... pale blue tank top.I knew her flats layout, and where the stuff I wanted was. Gripping her hair in my fist I marched her to her bedroom. There was fear in her whimpers but she complied. Her bedroom was large and sparcely furnished. Her bed was against the wall, facing out. Again I forced her agaist the wall face first. She struggled vainly until. Her lips slammed into mine as she eagerly tasted her own flavors on my lips. I tried to grab her hips, to slam up into her, but she wrestled my arms over my head and held them there as she controlled our speed and depth. She didn't last very long."Son-of-a-bitch!" she cried out. "You're fucking making me cum!" I started to protest, but her eyes bored into mine and she cried out, "Fill me! Fill me now!"She exploded into another orgasm, and I gave in to her demands. She collapsed into a quivering. She stepped out of the shower and I wrapped it around her, rubbing her body dry with the towel. We kissed again and she stepped out into the bedroom to get dressed. I got myself a towel and dried my self as I walked into the bedroom. Lorraine was rubbing her hair dry and looking at me as I walked toward her. I said ‘I’d better go and find my clothes downstairs.’ Lorraine lowered her gaze to my groin, to where my erection had not completely subsided, and she had a smile on her face that was pure. I would help her up and together we'd paddle off. That's what should have happened. Instead, I was so distracted I fell off my board and practically hit my chin. Get a grip. I climbed back up and began paddling again. Slower. I knew Elsa lived at this end of the island and didn't want to leave it. Even with the wind behind me it took almost twice as long to get back. Preoccupation destroys the rhythm.I paddled in, catching a little wave as I did so. Big boards don't care how small the wave is..