.you're running out of me like crazy." She got up, took my hand, and led me toward the stairs. As we went up, I could see that the inside of her thigh... and stocking tops were wet with both of our juices, and it stirred my spent balls. In her bedroom, she removed her black girdle and stockings, stepped into a white panty, and put on a short pink nylon robe. I was sitting naked in the chair when she went to her dresser, produced a key, and said, "When I told you about my sexuality and. His left hand caressing my bum before his fingers search out my wet spot, encouraging me to open my legs wider, soaking themselves between my folds, promptly sliding into me, with his thumb trailing behind them. I follow suit. My fingers meet my cunty-pool and I start gliding up and down, thrumming it with my fingertips before plunging deep.I feel his right hand coming down hard on my bottom, first one cheek, then the other. He's looking up my legs as I spread them, giving him full access. I. Then we’re looking at a built-up inner-city street – big shop windows and hundreds of people walking by ... Then we’re looking at a crowded sandy beach – kids building sandcastles, parents sunbathing ... Then we’re looking at a big boat crossing over a river – tourists leaning over the sides, taking pictures... Now we’re looking at a sandy beach on a perfect summer’s day – small waves rolling in, children paddling and building sandcastles, adults sunbathing. A long pier juts out into the sea in. Turning the water on full blast you stand under the scalding water and just let it seep into your weary body. Your eyes are closed and you’re leaning forward bracing your arms against the wall. You don’t hear or see me as I slip into the shower with you. Wrapping my arms around your waist I lean into you and rest my head on your back. Startled you turn your head. “I’m sorry, Babe. I didn’t expect you’d come this weekend. I’m afraid I won’t be much company.”“I know. You sounded so worn out when.