The best thing to come out of the relationship is a four-year-old daughter.We were at that stage in life where anything that could go wrong, already h...d. And we were done trying to be nice and play it off. Our relationship failed -- on my part for always being wrong, and his part for drinking and controlling and ignoring. After our first miscarriage, something changed. Maybe I snapped. Maybe I was done, and my body killed the baby to try and kick my head and heart into gear to get out of this. Beth was wearing a micro skirt as was Alicia. Both showed cunt as they rode. Both had butt plugs in their rears. We found a new beach that had more nudity than the one we had been using. It was a private beach but, if you were nude, you were invited as a guest.We quickly stripped off. My meat was popular as were the girls’ bodies.My bike had a basket and our clothing, such as it was, was placed in that basket. We resumed riding across the beach area. We were just over half way when I was. After saying goodbye, we walked to get the bus from alongside Mom and Brian’s place.Jenn had gotten a key to it upon her updated license and we headed off to school. This was her first time driving without any other ‘legal drivers’ in the vehicle. She managed to avoid running up on any curbs and pulled into the parking lot away from any other vehicles.As we got out, I gave her a kiss, and a “Good girl,” to her. I walked Red to Jackson Heights. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and we separated.I. His peter waved around provocatively as he moved. He looked at me and said, “You still got panties on.”“That’s okay,” I said as I climbed on the bed with him. I lay on top of him as I laid him back with his head on his pillow. We kissed passionately with lots of tongue activity. I pressed my breasts against his chest and my belly against his peter. I wiggled so that his peter was stimulated and he hunched against me. Soon his hips moved so that his peter was rubbing into my belly button. .