I won’t mention the name of the beach. I don’t want to publicise it. Some do-gooder will complain and try to shut it down.We arrived around noon. ...his was a Tuesday and the beach was crowded due to spring break. It was a young crowd and there were hard bodies from both sexes all over the beach. I couldn’t tell what sex a few of them were.We didn’t want to stay in the populated part of the beach, so we decided to take a walk north until the crowds thinned. The farther we walked, the more people. Trish let her right hand slowly feel under the breast she was sucking and slowly moved it down and around feeling every inch of that chocolate chest and tummy. Finally her lips trailed off her breast and down onto her belly. "Ooh Trish It feels so wonderful." and her hands wrapped around Trish's head and held it while Trish found her belly button and swirled her tongue around in it. My prick was hard again, and I found myself stroking slowly. Trish's ass was high in the air and I bent over and. At least for women. I was afraid they’d be pretty disappointed that I wanted to go to the bookstore.“Thanks for this,” Francie whispered in my ear. “I was trying to figure out how to tell you I couldn’t have sex today.”“We don’t have to have sex every day, Francie.”“I know, but it was so good I wanted to get right back at it. But we were kind of vigorous Saturday and I’m still a little sore down there. Tomorrow, though...”“Whenever you say, Francie. You know I want to.” She gave me a little. No 14! I looked at her as calm as I could and waved to her, she waved back. I was not sure what she had seen…shit! Jazz sucked his fat semi hard shaft from me and could not replace it yet in his trousers. I staggered from the wall and went to open the door, my pussy flooding with his hot sex.‘Hello Sandra, how are you love.’ I said with all the innocence of a white wife who has just been filled at home with a black man’s thick seed!‘Are you busy love?, ’ she asked me, now looking at Jazz, still.