" Not sweaty women," he corrected. "Just sweaty you." How romantic. Somehow, I thought a man with a doctorate in Elizabethan poetry would be all flowe...y when he complimented me, but what do I get?" She lowered her voice, trying to sound male. "Hey, sweet tits, get sweaty for me and let's do the bump ugly." She grinned.He walked over to her and took her hands."I don't want to be crass, but I'm aflame for you right now. I've been hard, off and on, all day long, because I've thought about you all. Ted wants to play as much as you do.”Then, with Wendy watching, I lent forward and placed my hand over the exposed tip of Ted's erection and squeezed it gently. That's all it took for him to cum in my hand and all over his belly, groaning loudly. Fortunately we were down at one end of the beach and there was no one close by to watch or wonder what all the fuss was. Most of the others on the beach were clustered around the flags which indicated the stretch of water where it was safe to surf.. His eyes shut closed and he mimicked everything I did on his mouth. He tried his best to copy the way I kissed him. I started to insert my tongue into his mouth, which caused him to moan. I gently guided his body from a sitting up position to a laying down position, and i moved on top of him, still kissing him deep. I lowered the seats so that there was plenty of room for fun in my car. I straddled his young small body and kiss his very passionately. This must have the quickest 15 minutes of my. ‘Everything all right?’ As my response, I ran my hands down my body, deliberately arching my back to draw his attention to me further. ‘When are we going to get there? I don’t want to be sitting in this car anymore.’ I simpered, as I ran my hands back up my body, cupping my breasts, my hard nipples evident under my tight tee-shirt. I hadn’t worn a bra and it was very noticeable. ‘And what would you rather be doing instead?’ His voice was hoarse, his eyes fixed on my breasts, as I lifted up my.