“ And why should I fuck you?” you ask. “Because i am a great fuck and know how to treat a cheap slut like you...” Now we are at the end of the...beach and there are less people, you stop and stand back, allowing me to study your body. Knowing what a slut you are, I open my shorts and release my now hardening cock, you drop to your knees and look up at me as if to say, what do you take me for? Taking my cock in both hands, you lick my cock from the bottom of the shaft to the tip. However this is. Finally, she reluctantly broke hisembrace and started to hurry toward her car.She got to the bottom of the stairs, and looked around frantically for theparking valet. The lot was almost empty."Damn!" she said softly. She went running back up the stairs...no mean featin her heels, and asked the doorman what had happened to the parking valet."Oh, Mr. Simmons? He wasn't feeling well....went home about half an hourago." Then where are my keys!" Ellen cried."Sammy, the night watchman should have. “Not yet, but I hope to.” my response. “Well come on then.” And with that she slipped out of the warm night air and into the water. I was quick to follow and we waded out into the water until it was up to our necks. “I think it is your turn now.” She said as she moved close in front of me. I could feel her breast against my chest as her arms slipped around my shoulders. “Are you ready?” she asked. “What do you have in mind?” I asked, my mind racing with possibilities. “I’m going to fuck you. He was dressed in a grey army overcoat which was tattered and torn.She was trying to remember where she had seen the soldier before, he had looked across the aisle straight at her, his bright blue eyes had locked onto her hazel eyes, and overcome with embarrassment she had quickly turned her head away, blushing, her temperature rising to boil, even in the deep cold of the stone-built church.In the few seconds that it took for her to avoid his gaze, she remembered those piercing blue eyes. He.