She could pull a long hill with any guy twice her size.She lurched upright, and left the kitchen. I pulled myself to my feet, and dragged my weary ass...into her living room. The only ambition, at the moment, was to flop on her couch, and close my eyes. The ride and a late finishing party the night before had about done me in.I heard her bare feet shuffling so opened one eye, barely. She stood over me, a skinny joint stuck between pursed lips. Her crotch at eye level, I contemplated her pubic. My face was covered with acne, my big ears too huge for the rest of my head and I had about thirty pounds too much on my hips.I was nineteen when I kissed a drunken girl for the first time. By the age of twenty-one, I couldn’t wait any longer and I went to visit one of the local brothels. Germany is very liberal and legal whorehouses can be found all over the countryside. If there is an award for the worst first-time sex experience in human history, I deserve it!I did my research on the. She’s from Canada and has never been to the beach before. I have the windows down so that she can get the smell of the salty air. Its thick with the warm moisture from the Gulf of Mexico. I find a nice area to park the truck and we get out. I let her go get her toes wet while I set up our camp for the night. I pitch a canopy to provide us shade. I set of the tent for my Avalanche pickup. It fits in the bed of my truck with a nice mattress in the back. Near the canopy, I dug a 3’ hole and placed. I reach between your thighs, feeling your moist heat emanating in waves from you to undo the bottom of your very attractive garment, I moan in anticipation as I see your womanhood exposed before me. I trail a finger up between your already wet lips and over your clit - causing a mew of delight to escape your lips - and directly into my mouth to taste your musky-sweet juices. Rising up to your face, I kiss you deeply, pushing my tongue deep into your mouth so you can suck your own juices off of.