Almost imperceptibly at first, but rapidly increasing, she met me thrust for thrust until she was slamming up onto my cock as hard as I was fucking do...nward into her.“Fuck,” she moaned. “Oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck me Fuck Meee FUCK MEEEE!”Her pussy convulsed, almost pinching the blood off to my cock, as she came one last time. That was all I could take as, her pussy muscles rippling along the shaft of my cock, I felt my balls draw up and belch forth a massive load of cum. It tore through the shaft. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tight.He pushed his hips forward and rocked, I followed suit. We swam for a while then he said we should get out of sun before I burned. We climbed out he rubbing my butt. He asked if I wanted another beer,I said sure.When he came back I was laying on the lounge chair. He handed me the beer and sat next to me. After a few minutes he asked if I wanted him to rub some lotion on my back, I said yes and rolled over. He rubbed my shoulders and back,. "Yes and you are Maxine Stone of course. I am so glad that you agreed to see me. I really have nowhere else to go," she said."First of all, how did you get those injuries?" I asked."When I asked my husband for a divorce, he went crazy." she said."Did you go to the hospital?" I asked."Yes I did. I filed a police report as well, but I'm sure it never got into the system," she said almost sadly. She seemed to have given up."Oh why is that?" I asked."My husband is Harold Timmons," she said. When. Earlier in the day I was thinking of everyday, mundane things such as how my little pink and black lace dress compared to the other guests choice of clothing, laundry and the weather, but as the day wore on, my thoughts took a steamier turn. Although Max is the one for me, I always have and always will be attracted to the fairer sex. There was a woman at the wedding reception that I couldn’t help but take a sneaky look at. She danced with her boyfriend and her dress was so short that the dance.