It sounded so sweet and so desperate, there was nothing I could do to hold back ... I started pounding her in a way that made her scream out loud ... ...hen I told her to "fuck me back..." she responded with a body hug, and a sharp thrust of her own hips. Now we were both screaming out ... Carmen awkwardly grabbed my face, begging "Give it to me" ... so I had no choice but to shoot everything I had, deep inside her body. I think it was between shots 2 & 3 that Carmen adjusted a little sideways,. Dave was the restaurant manager and, I guess, in his late fifties, early sixties. He was gay, but not in an obvious way; in fact, I didn’t know until someone told me. He was always friendly and we often had some great conversations, well after the restaurant had actually shut.After breakfast, I made my way to work, mumbling my regrets at having to work on a Sunday to Dave as I went passed.“You in for lunch” he shouted after me.“Yep, table for one, as always” I shouted back. The restaurant was. She probablyweighed about 120. She had tried to get things goingwith a couple of boyfriends, but things hadn’t pannedout. My dad had moved away. She and I would sit out onthe patio in front of her pool, and complain about howshitty things had turned since the Vietnam war startedand so on.She’d have a couple of drinks. I’d smoke a joint. Overthose few months, I discovered how lonely she was.She’d been a successful young editor at a magazine, andquit it all to marry my. ‘Cruel woman,’ I said. Reassured she let go of my hand and, while I kept up my ministrations, she began to tease her slippery nipples. For a long time she was lost to the world. Long moans came from her wide-open mouth. Her eyes were closed. Then with an almighty ‘Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’ she collapsed onto the sand totally spent. Something about the way that her body went limp, announcing defeat in the wake of the wave upon wave of pleasure which had crashed over her, was incredibly.