Toiletries, brush, makeup, minimal clothing - didn't need much on the beach. No man to impress. No kids to tell me how dorky I look.Only four hours to...go. Drive an hour to the airport from my podunk little town in this frigid northern climate then board a plane for sunny Florida. I even got a direct flight. Within two hours of arrival I planned on being on the beach with a drink in one hand and a good book in the other. Woe to anyone who interrupted me!The past year has been hell - the divorce. It's true that she usually brushed her hair in front of the mirror, but it was almost always AFTER getting dressed. Brushing her hair made her tits bounce up and down. Alex remained glued to the window for the several minutes it took for her to tend to her hair."Done!" she proclaimed as I heard the bathroom light flick off.I watched the window as our voyeur moved away from his perch. Alex's office light was turned on. The timing left no doubt that Kim was the focus of his nighttime gazing.After. The woman sat down on the sofa which was just opposite from him. She took a sip from her glass of water and placed it on the table to the side of her. "My name is Mary." She said with that infectious smile."It's nice to meet you, Mary. I'm Jamie. This is a wonderful home you have." Jamie replied returning the smile.Mary giggled and thanked Jamie before taking another sip from her glass. "So what is this underwear you're selling?" She asked curiously."Oh." Jamie reached down and lifted his. " Yeah, but what?" Maybe my vagina. Put it in there first." I dipped it in. It was still very wet in there. And tried again. It went in part way but it still hurt her. "Maybe some vaseline from the medicine cabinet," she suggested.I smeared some on me and into her opening. That did the trick. God it was tight. And she exclaimed, "It's so big." But we kept fucking that way. I tried different angles. So much fun. "Like that," she exclaimed when my cock was aimed almost forward. She was starting.