I walked for what seemed hours and I was so relaxed I was in almost total peace. I could feel the still-warm sand from the days' heat between my toes ...nd the warm night air surround my nude body as I continued to walk further down the beach than I had done before. I was in a place of peace as the waves softly lapped the shore. I sat down and leaned back against a boulder and stared into the clear night sky. I was so relaxed I started to close my eyes and listen to the soft sounds around me as I. .our tongues dancing around each other. I put my hand up under her dress and started rubbing her slit through her panties...She opened her legs a little wider. I could feel them start to get wet. We unclenched for a moment (it was getting hot...remember middle of the day...and it was already in the 80s.) Martha smiled and complained a little that the armrest kept hitting her left tit. I suggested we get into the back where there were no armrests and we could hold each other easier. So we. I stopped bathing and often smelled of dry cum. Guys not only came in me, but many like cumming on me. They came on my face, in my hair, and all over my body. One day my Father came in my room and found me lying naked on my bed smelling of dried cum. “Arthur,” he bellowed, “Get out of this house! You fucking faggot, you are no longer my son. Get out now!” I pulled on a tee shirt and jeans and somehow I ended up here on the banks of the Mississippi. Sitting there I was contemplating ending my. The cops will sometimes have people out here to try to trap us. But you just ask the guys to show you something that you don’t have. Most of guys are quicker to get it than your hubby here. You just act like a little innocent tease but know that you are really asking to see their dick. Of course you can’t say the word dick. The cops can’t legally pull out their dick and show it to you. You can also have them feel your tits – I hope you don’t have a bra on under that sweater!”My wife was.