I looked at her; my face still showed my surprise and amazement at her confession. I gathered my thoughts then slowly smiled.“It was that impressive...”She looked at me, smiling and nodded.I grinned and purred.She giggled; her face had a wicked grin as she reminded me, "You know he's single now. Mom left him and filed for divorce. I'm sure he told you."I feigned surprise that she would suggest that I go after Jay. Inside I was elated she did. Now I could be a little less secretive with him. Her. Seagulls.... laughter....“Oh come on, MacDonald, is that all?” David laughed as I bend over, panting. “You bastard.” My chest heaved with my heavy breaths. “Unlike you I have been running already today.” “Always full of excuses.” He laughed again but came towards me. “Not far now, come on.” Still panting I followed him along the beach. This early in the year it was nearly empty. Not many tourists, not many schoolchildren. My tank top clung to my body. My hair was plastered to my forehead.. I turned in. There was no one there and I headed for a nice growth of trees up a little distance from the toilet block. As soon as we stopped I said to Brett “slip your shorts down mate and let me help you with that stiff problem you have there”. He grinned from ear to ear and very quickly did as I suggested. I didn’t muck around. There was his hot 8 inches standing up between his thighs. I just leaned across and tasted the sweet pre-cum and went down on it until the head touched the back of. Her skin is bad, and when she smiles she shows off teeth that needs more than a little dental attention ... She’s not ‘ugly’, she was clearly fairly attractive once – but now everything seems to be about one degree away from pretty. Right now she just looks very, very tired.She introduces us in voice-over, a very strong Cockney accent and slightly husky/crackly tone to her voice. “My name is Lauren Robertson. I’m 37 years old, and I’m a recovering addict from Battersea in London.”She heads back.