He threw the towels down next to the canvas lounge chairs, kicked off his sandals, and stepped gingerly as the hot sand burned against the soles of hi... feet. The heat from the sand was almost too much to bear, but he knew he'd adapt in a moment. He really didn't notice the heat that much anyway... his focus was on HER. Damn, she looked good in that bikini. She was carrying the drinks they'd ordered at the beach bar. She set the beverages down on the table between the chairs, and. What amazes me is the ladies accuse the men or ignoring them at these sort of affairs and yet that's what they are doing themselves, strange cattle.During the evening Jess told me we were running out of milk, would I be a dear and drive down to the milk bar and buy a couple of bottles?I hadn't been drinking much during the day so I was OK to drive. I went into the shop and bought the milk, as I was walking out the hair on the nape of my neck started to rise, I sensed Robin Tiltman, then I heard. It was so sensitive and I let out a long groan. As I finished cumming she still worked on it and suddenly slid her mouth all the way down the shaft, taking as much as she could. I reached down with both hands and grabbed those beautiful tits, feeling the weight of them and rubbing my warm cum around the hard nipples, whilst she cleaned me off. After a minute or to she sat back up, visibly shaking and looked down at her tits and then felt her crotch. "It's been a while since I've done that she. I see her continuously for the following weeks and I bestow her incessantly with attention. Still, she does not give her name but she still chats and flirts happily with me. It really upsets me now. Wait until I get you in bed, girl, because you are going to repay me in every possible way. Then, one night, she gives her name: Tara . I am astonished at her frankness. Still, more is to come. She says she loves me. I ask her again and do not dare to doubt her. I grab my chance. I ask her to come.