She has long dark hair to the small of her back. She walks towards you and you immediately look at the next person on their way in. The next two are m...les. The first is a young guy with curly brown hair and large arms and the second is an older man with a short gray beard. The older man smiles at you as he joins the group but says nothing knowing he still isn’t aloud to talk. Several various aged and sized people find their way to the beach and also join the group. The 7th or 8th person in is a. ‘slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap’ went his groin loudly against her ass. Her pussy was so hot so warm around his thrusting rod as he fucked her for all he was worth. She was going to cum again already, he was screwing her so hard! “UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH! OHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH!” she moaned cumming again. Her tight hole was spasming violently around his hot driving cock her entire body was in heaven, she couldn’t breathe, she thought her heart would explode! Still Quagmire fucked her. 4 seconds later my boyfriend turned to me, 'It's your uncle', and as he spoke his Jaguar drove up in front of the bus shelter, I heard my boyfriend's voice, 'He saw you and flashed his light'.The nearside window went down, 'Where are you guys going'?Uncle Buck, a nickname we gave him after the John Candy movie, mums older brother, he never married and he had a passion for girls, and I was including myself. I could feel his hand on my bum, never with a fatherly pat, it was more of a grope, his. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But soon. Thinking that reminded me of that old movie – Casablanca. I could see Humphrey Bogart, both hands clutching Ingrid Bergman’s arms through that trenchcoat. Bergman’s beautiful eyes full of tears, her agonized expression ... what was it he said to her then? Something about a hill of beans? Their troubles weren’t worth a hill of beans, compared to all the trouble going on in the world around them.I briefly considered telephoning Judith. She wasn’t.