I stood there adjusting the dress and pushing up my breasts when suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" I asked turning around.The door ...pened and to my surprise in walked my ex-boyfriend, Dave. "My God," he said with a smile, "Karen, you look breath-taking!"My heart began to beat faster. Dave was a last minute addition to the guest list. Our short love-affair had been so powerful, I had decided not to invite him even though we were still friends. It was only at my fiancé's. I gave her another half an hour and then warned her to get back in the shade. Reluctantly, she complied."Let's go for a walk on the beach."I said.Donning her beach cover-up, and me an old football jersey, we headed down to the water's edge and turned our backs were to the sun and walked hand-in-hand along the beach. We passed several large hotels; their beaches were packed with brightly colored umbrellas and kids running back and forth between the sea and the beach. Looking at each other we. The male partner should get profit of the possibility to touch his mistress, caress her soft breast and firm buttocksI was standing on my toes and tell was fucking me deep from behind, kissing wherever his mouth could reach, including my mouth. His hands were simultaneously caressing my boobs and buttocks. His grips were not harsh. They were enjoyable. He sometimes rubbed my clitoris with his fingers and made me squirt all over the floor.After some time, it was hard for me to stand on my toes. Wallace to take me home. "Darling, I'm exhausted. Would you mind driving Abigail home?" Mrs. Wallace asked her husband. "Of course not, you ready to go, Abbey?" He asked with a warm smile. I melted. I've had a crush on Mr. Wallace since I was a teenager. Hell, I think he was probably one of the reasons I still agreed to babysit from time to time. He was always so handsome and well dressed. If he knew some of the fantasies I've had about him while alone in my dorm room. "Abbey?" He repeated..