Traveling further down the black skirt also had a satin shine and her lacy stocking tops could be seen peaking out from under the short pleated garmen.... She shifted her weight letting the electric feeling of stockings rubbing against each other wash over her. She was so horny she raised her skirt flashing herself like a common whore. The pink fabric hid nothing of her swollen lips and the seam in the middle had a large wet spot. She let her fingers drag across it almost making her cum. But she. I pushed a little and felt a big glob of something drop out. I looked in the toilet expecting to find blood but instead saw a big mass of white creamy stuff. It was his load. I pushed again and another large glob of his cum came out of me. He must have been saving up because this was a huge load he had put inside me. I wiped as best as I could. I probably would leak for awhile. I went to the sink to use a wash cloth. I noticed a bunch of clear gooey stuff on my lower stomach. I touched it and. For the rest of the day, the young copper — and one of his oppo's had hung around on the beach not far away from my squat. I think they were there to head-off any reporters who tried to approach me. The local police were well aware that police officers and reporters weren't on my list of favourite people.Anyway where was I? I've digressed; got a nasty habit of doing that lately. Yeah, I got my usual two six-packs and made my way down to the beach. It was pretty busy that morning, what with the. She moaned in my hair, tracing her hands along my back under my shirt. Her hands were small and strong, and as she got more swept away by the feelings of having me sucking on her neck and kissing up to her bottom lip, she began digging her short, neat nails into my skin. It felt delicious.I sat back so she could sit up and I could slide her sweater over her head. As soon as her face was out from under the fabric, I dove down to kiss her again, and she dropped the sweater as I laid her back.