The mournful lament of the fiery-necked nightjar calling, “my mother is dead, my father is dead, all my relatives are dead, and my heart cries…”...turned my guard duty in a long journey into the night. Ha, ha. The next morning I woke Vanessa with a steaming cup of coffee and breakfast of bacon and eggs. I was dressed in my khaki outfit, a small shirt tied around my boobs, leaving my middle bare and tight fitting shorts, with no bra or panties. I learned early on not to save on boots. So my boots. It was all the kids and the family that was driving me crazy. 'Ugh! I needed some tender loving care.' I didn't see anyone online on any of my adult web sites worth hooking up with, so I knew I was going to have to break down and go out looking on my own.Everyone was getting on my nerves, so I finally decided to walk away. Since I normally do this, it wasn't unusual, that I decided to walk up the beach. I was wearing my black bikini and off I went. As some of you may know from my earlier. It feels sogood.As soon as I had more energy, I went back at itand none too soon since my erection began tofade. I was feeling some tightness in my penisnow, not close to orgasm but making progress. Iwent a bit slower as to conserve energy and it feltgreat. Each stroke added a bit more, building upas I went along.As I continued stroking, my penis was gettingachingly hard now. I felt a sensation like I neededto pee. I read that this was normal and that iswas a signal that I was getting close to. She suggested, "Instead of lifting my skirt, why don't youslip your head under it. I think that would look cute, don't you? Withyour head under there, kind of bobbing up and down as you eat my pussy?" In a muted voice he said, "Yes, Randi." She told him, "Then get to it,Arnie. Or should I call you... Annie?" She chuckled. He blushed.The shamed man wriggled forward on his belly and gingerly raised thefront of her skirt, getting his head under it and letting it drop. Hestill hadn't.