It was as if some time in the recent past, she'd lost the ability to form thoughts, all her actions since then had been based on emotions. She remembe...ed coming into the bar upstairs, feeling happy, and smiling at the nice man who offered to buy her a drink, but had no idea how she got here. She remembered feeling excited, and a little frightened, as she got up and allowed him to show her the way to the basement, but couldn't remember a thing he'd said.Maggie knew beyond a doubt that she was. Her long black hair was in a French twist. She was wearing bright red lipstick. She closed the door gently behind her. Her breasts seem to be bursting out of her dress every time she breathed in. Isabella threw a big smile my way. I smiled back. "Isabella, what a nice surprise to see you again. What brings you here?" I asked curiously. "You," she replied seductively. She walked over to the desk and leaned against it. "Oh? Why me?" I couldn't help my eyes lowering down to her heaving breasts. She remembered the first time she came out here. The cold wind was blowing in off the water, pushing the heat back in land.Behind her were the sounds of the party still going on. She turned to look and should still see the dull glow of the dance floor just behind the rise of the sand dunes.Like ghosts the figures came over the rise, clothing dropping like autumn leaves. Laughing voices charging towards the surf.Bare skin dimpling at the first touch of the cold salt water, the sound of splashing. Grabbing her shoulders I was pounding her honey pot as hard and as fast as I could go. Moans came from her throat. When I could no longer hold back I gushed a large stream of spunk deep inside her. We collapsed on the bed. Even at her age she was still hot.We laid by each other for a couple of minutes, then she started massaging my tool again. “I’d love to go again,” she said as she took my now firming member in her mouth. I reached down and with three fingers started pumping in and out of her.