Had we been elsewhere, I would have had to gather my skirts to maneuver through the overgrown fauna overlooking the beach. Like her, I was dressed in ...he skimpiest of garments. Had we been back in civilized lands we’d have been labeled as scandalous, or worse, but on Butterfly Beach, necessity had done away with such concerns, leaving us both learning to be comfortable with tattered camisoles and petticoats to hide our undergarments from the eyes of our male companions as best they could. . .. just where Jessie and the others had left her.“I’ll keep an eye out for her and tell her you guys are waiting for her down by the lake” said Sonika. “She can’t be very far away. Unless aliens have abducted her.”Jessie and Sonika both laughed at that last comment before Jessie started heading back to the lake front by way of the perimeter of the Communal Dormitory. When half way along that perimeter Jessie noticed that the gate through the fence was open so she went to close it. She looked. Spent, I sat for a while petting my panting dog, canine spunk oozing slowly out of my hole into a sticky mess over my pubic hair and thighs, then started to clean up and get dressed. Taking Rover for a nice long walk before lunch, I went over my mornings activities in my mind with a mixture of disgust and eroticism. As I said, over the weeks Id worked myself into a kind of sex frenzy, so eventually the eroticism won, and I started to feel horny again, deciding that as long as no one else knew,. Her vagina clamps down on my dick, and starts to milk it. Sitting up I grab her hips, and lift them to change the angle of entry a little. When she starts another orgasm I pull her hips to me, and I thrust as hard as I can to force my dick deeper into her pussy. My dick head touches her cervix, and tries to enter a little, but it’s too tight. She opens her eyes wide, and screams with pain while an orgasm greater than before washes over to send her into a multiple orgasm. She shoves her hips at.