There are no parking areas, people just park along the highway and walk over the dunes to the ocean. I've done this before, most of the people use th...s area for the seclusion, you rarely see more than two cars near each other. So when I got there, I started the search, park the car, walk over the dunes and see what or who was there. The first couple of times I found surfers, then an older couple with some k**s.It took a while, but finally, two cars were parked behind each other. I parked. Soon she realized his eyes didn’t seem focused on as much as his cum as much it was on her crotch, and she realized that with the way she was holding her dress in tight, that maybe she was revealing a more of herself than she should. Feeling her face started to turn red, she thought, Maybe I should pull my dress down, and hold it there above this mess. But looking back up and seeing that stare of his, she had to admit that she kind of liked him looking at her like that. She felt herself getting. Her beautiful eyes smiled when she saw how much I was enjoying myself then she closed them sensuously and returned to the task with renewed vitality.But; whatever she did, where ever she was, Loretta was always in charge. Her motives were always her own, her purpose never readily apparent. She reminded me of a line by John Galsworthy," And now it was as if he were in the presence not of a mere woman, but of some force, subtle and elusive......... True to form, Loretta stopped and looked up at. Rikker, I am most happy to see that you and your men have recovered." He spoke English in a soft tenor voice with almost no accent."Rikker, Jeffery. Master Sargent, U.S. Army. Serial num --" There is no need to be theatrical, Sergeant. We know who you are, and we have no intention of doing you any permanent harm." What do you want, then, and what the hell's in that pitcher?" Water, just water from a local spring. I assure you that we have added nothing to it." Right, and I'm going to believe.