Abby’s body began to move slowly on its own as her legs clenched around his waist and relaxed, her hands stroked his muscled back as she panted and ...tared at his face with her tongue hanging out.“I.. Oh, Owen... I... Oh, ... I don’t know... I can’t think right… right now. Oh Owen...Don’t… don’t stop!” she mewed “I... You may not… be the person I thought you were, but ... You feel... You’re already.... I’m so… You’re so... Just keep going Owen, don’t stop fucking me.”Hearing her babble made Owen. .. their fantasy existence - probably in their heads most of the time - and their real-life existence.I know for a fact that I do. Thanks to the daily routine domestic pressures and stuff, one hardly gets any time to think, leave alone do all the things one would like to do. In a way, perhaps I am better off than most. I am still in touch with four of my school mates and we've been close pals right from grade 7 - we are talking about a 30-year-long almost constant friendship here. We have stuck. ‘That means he likes you,’ she said. ‘Dad only teases people he really likes. Right, Ash Man?’ Martin, red-faced, cleared his throat and stood up. ‘I…um…I have to get going,’ he said. ‘I’ve got a long drive, and these old bones need some sleep.’ ‘Gotcha, didn’t I?’ his daughter said, getting up, too. ‘You sure you don’t want to hang around long enough for me to make some coffee?’ ‘I…um…I really do have to…um…get going,’ Martin said. He started for the door. Ann was a bit puzzled by Martin’s. .yes of course!" I reply as we walk back to the docks and order a cab. I wanted to take her right on the sand but I didn't want to get either of our attires dirty.The ride to her pad was almost completely silent but the sexual tension was palpable no denying that for one single second.We eventually pay the cab driver and we race to her door with me winning. She almost broke her heel and fell but I eventually caught her. She unlocks the door and we make our way into her pad. It's really nice if.