He dipped his fingers down over her tummy, closer to her slit, and she became aware of her flowing natural lubrication.Part of her felt depraved, like...she should put an end to this, to stop the madness, before they took things too far. But another, stronger part of her knew she was helpless in his presence and would let it continue. It was not a choice as much as an inevitability, but one she gladly made peace with. She rocked her hips atop his thigh, sliding the length of her slick pussy up. It was Monday. But it was also a week past Memorial Day, which meant summer had finally arrived on Pascatawa Beach, and Doug was happy. Though he had dreaded the feeling of being cooped up in his beachside office while the bathing beauties frolicked on the beach he had so loved as a teenager, Doug was pleasantly surprised at how much he was now enjoying the view from his tiny office. The first-floor window provided a lovely view of the bikini-clad frolics in the waves, complete with air. I was grabbing her tits and went and grabbed her ass. She was moaning so good. Her mom came back home, she forgot something. She heard Sam moaning and walked in on us fucking. Her mom went off and she got into a lot of trouble. I heard that her dad spanked her and they grounded her. She was 16 and I was 18, luckily they didn’t press charges against me, just told me to never see there daughter again. My parents wasn’t happy with me either, I was having unprotected sex. It was very hard to see. “Don’t you walk out on me Lisa, I’m not finished talking about this,” the edgy frustration in Jason’s voice was evident as he stood just inside the dimly lit bedroom. “You did not just throw that!” Lisa hissed furiously, her green eyes narrowing into emerald slits, as auburn curls swung angrily around her stiff shoulders. She continued to glare at her husband, as he followed her slowly from the bed room. He stood with arms negligently crossed, one jean clad hip propped up against the door.