"Whenever I'm down town and I have time, I go to a massage parlor and I get some relief there." I had Carols attention now, I could see her mulling ov...r that fact and questions popping into her head. Shit what have I started by telling her that, now she will want more facts. Carol always wanted to know the smallest detail of how things work and would ask questions until she understood things to her liking. Her curiousness always had us discussing all kinds of issues over the years but nothing. After a short time, he started to work his hands up my legs to the area where they met, slipping his thumb into my bikini bottoms and rubbing from my clit to the bottom of my slit and back up again before taking his hand away.Naturally I was doing a fair amount of teasing myself and getting totally worked up in the process. I worked his boner out of the fly in his swimsuit and started to play with it so he pulled my bottoms aside and slid his erection along my lips and that was it. In the next. Then he started fucking me while he cupped and squeezed my breasts. This posture was more or less the way a dog fucks a bitch. He made vigorous thrusts with his cock ramming it deep inside my pussy and taking it out in quick succession and force, simultaneously, he was squeezing my boobs with his hands. I held my pelvic thrust backward, each time he made forward thrusts. This way, he hit my uterus violently. I moaned and yelled, a little with pain and more with pleasure while we both enjoyed. We ate some great meals and drank and watched movies on cable. And we drank and joked with each other, played some Scrabble and Trivial Pursuit (that rage of the '80s) and Carla drank some more and a little more. Inhibitions Gone with the sea breeze and the smoke trailing off her endless supply of lit cigarettes.It was on the third night that trouble ensued. Or maybe it wasn't trouble, but merely the inevitable. I awoke to darkness. The radio-alarm on the nightstand read 2:30. Carla was missing.