But I kept strong by swimming and running.Candy was about 29 and a local cop that lived in my complex. She was a voluptuous redhead, pretty but not a ...nockout. She was the fairest skinned woman I had known to this point with green eyes, full lips that were turned down at the corners. She was large chested, having some idea of cup sizes I'd guess a D or maybe DD. Her waist was nicely tapered and her tummy had the slightest pooch. Her's was the first “landing strip” I had seen and it was a bright. I left the beach just in time to get back to the campground before dead dark. I rolled out my bedroll then fell on it. I spent some time removing rocks from under the tarp. I swore then that I would do something about that before next I rolled the thing out.I slept like the dead, but only after I got all the small pebbles from under the bedroll. The sun was barely clear of the small trees surrounding the campground when I sat myself up on the bedroll. It is the same with every man or woman I. She turned twenty five and one black guy gave her ass twenty five smacks and the others each gave a tit twenty five smacks. She was red and sore when they got done. After they left Ken douched her ass and cunt and then fucked her all night long. Ken had taught her all about kinky rough sex. He loved it rough and wild and painful but he loved to see other men fuck his wife. She was his personal sex machine and she would do anything he asked of her. New Years he rented a limo and fucked her. I held her head steady while I gently fucked her mouth, this only made her rub harder in desperation for an orgasm, something I guess she lacked with her husband. I pulled her up, and we kissed again, Denise was clearly unsure and trying to please. I gently led her to the bed and laid her down. No foreplay needed her as I settled between her legs, my rampant cock pointing the way things were going. I lowered myself down to kiss her; Denise reached down and took it in her free hand and pulled me.