The head of his seven inch long, three inch around cock was dripping with pre-cum. Alisha was still screaming, and she wouldn’t shut up. Grant tho...ght he might as well make her scream some more. He wanted to get her ready, to get her all wet and begging for it, but it never worked out that way for him. He had to make her listen, and make her love him. He wanted to keep this one, not kill her, but that would be decided by her. He pushed himself into her, she was as dry as a bone. She. About five four, she had a nice tight figure, with small breasts and a magnificent ass and legs. She was wearing a hot pink, knit bikini that left little to my ever-active imagination.And she was mad as hell.She marched to a lounge chair, threw down her towel and suntan lotion, flounced to the water, and jumped in. In seconds, she was out. She slouched back on the lounge chair, with her feet planted and legs apart. She lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled. Her right leg moved back. It was something she was doing far more frequently of late, as time stretched out from the last time she actually had sex.They made sandwiches of turkey with fresh lettuce and tomatoes from Mary’s impressive garden, and had a cup of wine to wash it down. As they prepared to return to the beach, Mary muttered, “Oh my word...”Janet followed her friend’s gaze and a chill raced up her spine. There was little doubt who Mary was looking at, because the muscular back and tight glutes of the young man. I was pushing quite hard. Mary said, “Just relax.” Then she said, “Do you want to orgasm?”The thought of being able to climax was overpowering. I was desperate to climax. I didn’t answer; I just thrust my pelvis into her hand. My heart was pounding so much I thought it was going to break free from my chest. Mary put her hand under my skirt. I had completely forgotten that I was still wearing her dressing up pleated skirt. It was a warm summer’s day and as was normal for me I wasn’t wearing any.