.I was moaning….”yah….baby do that more harshly…love me…I was waiting for this moment since such a long time…..please make me naked…make...me your whore..your slut….”He instantly removed my nighty and I was there before him in just a bra and a panty which almost revealed my assets. He then started kissing my cleavage and sucking my beasts over my bra. as he was doing this, I caught hold of his monster size tool and started massaging it. I told him to open his clothes but he said “self service. I left my computer at the beach house. I needed to really get away. I was about thirty minutes from the nearest town. I fell asleep again. It was some time before I woke up again. I felt some sand fall on my back. I looked up again with one eye open. Then I open the other. I started to smile. I saw a girl in the water. I looked to my left. About 10 yards away was a beach blanket. There was a big towel, big hand bag and some shoes on the blanket. It must have been the girl swimming. When I was done, I went back to Katie's room and studied her things morecarefully, trying to imagine how she would have interacted with them...trying to imagine the names of her dolls and suffed animals. I wasmaking head-way, but I felt like such an outsider, such an intruder. Iwas holding one of Katie's dolls when a soft, deep voice said "Jessica." I jumped and spun around. Katie's dad apologised for startling me andsaid "Her name is Jessica" as he nodded at the doll I was holding. . Where he has to be right now. What time is it? Five fucking thirty? Can’t believe he spent the night on my bed. Shit. This isn’t going to be good. Mmmmm…I know those boxer shorts so well. He always had them on when he was wearing a suit. Monday to Friday, when he came over, it was boxers. Briefs on the weekend. What day is it? Saturday morning. So it should be briefs. But if he spent the night…ok, that explains the boxers. So sexy on him. He’s got to know that I’m still feeling it. That when I.