“Does this seem unusual to you?” I demanded again after seeing this.“This whole place seems unusual to me,” Ken told me. “Let’s go home,�... he continued, and we flew around the outer edge of the storm to return to the cliff before landing and returning to our Human form and then transferring back to the front yard of my property.By the next morning, I had made up my mind and told Ken what I intended to do that day.“We need to go back to where the storm was yesterday. I want to see what is there,”. "Oh please, no, please stop," she was really panicking now, but he was not to be denied. His forced his knee between her thighs to opened her up so he could get between them; he unzipped himself and pushed his hard cock into her dry pussy."Oh no," she cried, half in pain and half in shock."Oh you're nice and tight," he whispered into her ear. His hips thrust savagely into her."Oh no, please stop," she tried to push him off, but he was too strong and too heavy. Harder and harder he thrust into. After having a few mixers (with generous measures of spirits) we stepped onto the sand as the sun was setting. I'm sure I'll always remember that image of Martyn in his white t-shirt. It was a perfect evening; the warm yellow/pink light and the soft sand under my feet. Best of all, that tingle of being so close to someone you love and want to touch butts with.We biked back after the sun had set, a bit drunk and in danger of falling into the canal. But we made it, said our goodbyes to everyone. I was horny that morning, and feeling his bulge pressing against my bum, sent my mind racing, and one thing about a horny girl is their lack of perception, they are mostly unawares they are so horny, people around can see she is in heat, only see does not, we are uneducated in the subtleties of public horniness, men are discrete, they do it every day, whereas women are are only in the mood the week before our periods, and even then, too scared to express ourselves, so when we do, we are awkward.