Folks he never met arrived dutifully at the same hour in their Lincolns and BMW’s, and departed long before Stan returned in the middle of the night... Located in an abandoned and mostly forgotten part of town, it was close to the one room apartment where Stan spent his free time, away from the stress and pressure of modern city life – just the way he liked it. Not so long ago, Stan had been a rising star in a large manufacturing firm with a mortgage, wife, and second hand car, and filled with. .. navy... flowy, sexily silky to the touch. A beach. I am on a beach. Doesn't seem like Kuwait... the sand's too clean, like champagne coloured sugar.I stand up and dust myself... A cool breeze blows, being naughty with the hem of my dress. I look around, it is dusk after all.. the sun's going down. No sign of anyone. No sign of you. If this is a dream which I now honestly believe it is, where the hell are you? The beach seems isolated, just the murmur of the sea... an occasional gull. However, I was definitely not against it now. “Oh no, Shelby, I’m cool with it. It just throws me off a little bit. But totally okay. What does she look like? Short hair and gym shorts?” I tried to joke. My friend gestured with a glimmer in her eye, “See for yourself!” “Aaa!” I exclaimed as I turned to see a figure just outside the car door. I opened it and met Ellen Tremaine face-to-face. She was definitely not what I had envisioned when I thought of a forty-year old lesbian. She had an angled. I listened to the sounds as she began to use it on herself. My senses were alert and I picked up the change in sound as she pushed it into her pussy. Images of a faceless woman masturbating were flashing through my mind as I listened to her moaning softly, the buzzing changing in pitch as the vibrator moved in and out. This was my only cue and as I listened the pitch change became more rapid, accompanied by her moans becoming louder and more urgent. She was clearly fucking herself faster and.