I took her right tit in my hand and started to suck on it hungrily. She moaned with pleasure. ‘I love it when guys do that,’ she said in a breath... voice. ‘Uh, maybe we should take this to the bedroom,’ I said. ‘It might be more comfortable.’ ‘Good idea.’ She stood up first, and I got a glimpse of her from the back. The panties she wore showcased her cute little ass to perfection. When we got to my bedroom, Emily lay on the bed and spread her legs outward. It was time to move to the real. I could feel her pouty lips on my shaft, as I gazed down, she was just starting to d**** the tip of her tongue up and down my shaft, licking my head. She pulled away stroked my cock, and glanced up at me with a satisfied look. She stroked me even more. I got her on her back, as she took off her shirt, allowing her large breast to flop out and greet the world. I drove my tongue hard and fast in her pussy. I suck on the juicy walls, and she squealed to let me know she loved every minute of it. I. Not a popular part of the beach back then, filled with several rows of houses each parallel to the water. Now after the past several years of hurricanes, many of the houses were gone, only some scrap wood, a few pilings, and a few slab foundations. Nothing else. Of course there had been a pink flamingo out front. The pink flamingo was now gone. At least the key she gave me still worked. The old windows were now replaced with larger widows. What a mess the place was, it looked like no one had. ’ ‘A trailhead this close to Manhattan could never be desolate. I’m always surprised when I find solitude in or around the city.’ ‘Yes, but sometimes solitude is a state of mind. Ready?’ He slung the backpack with camera gear over his shoulder. ‘Yeah, sure, but what did you mean? Are you talking about the ‘lonely in a crowd’ feeling?’ ‘I know that feeling, but I was thinking about how I feel when I am alone in my thoughts, but not necessarily lonely. Like when I go out on the roof of a.