"Are you OK now, Jackie?" she asked, stirring me out of torpor.I nodded against her breast. Then I sat up, taking a huge breath. "Yes." I want to see,... she said. She picked up John in one arm and stood, holding out her hand to me. Together we walked over to each of the bodies in turn, the Italian, Joe and lastly Estrada."How horrible," she said at the last, turning away. "It was Spook, wasn't it? The explosion and the lights." Yes," I said again. "Remember I told you Spook and I had a plan if. Finally, she stood. The leftover sand fell to the ground except for one place. The perfectly formed line between her legs was now pure white as the sand stuck securely to her hot moisture there. The soft golden hue of her body highlighted the spot in such erotic intensity. Straight up and down, the white sand coated her womanly spot, never a grain falling as she stood still. I could only imagine what it felt like as the grit covered it so delicately. Moving toward the shore, her slim silhouette. Iremembered meeting her a year and a half earlier when she stopped byfor a visit. She apparently had money from an earlier marriage thatended up with her being a widow and now spent her time at her leisuredoing things she wanted to. I immediately noticed the classy styleand the hyper-feminine appearance she exuded. Although a bit oldfashioned in style she managed to pull off the look. The suits, thedresses the tight, satin lined wool skirts, the smart high patentleather stiletto heels and the. ’ She kissed me then, her tongue darting between my lips, her hand snaking down to give my cock a farewell squeeze. ‘Catch you later,’ she breathed, forcing bl**d to start pumping around my groin again. I watched her sashay out of the staff room, then bent to re-fix my trousers. For a short time there was silence, and knowing how uncomfortable that would make my cheating wife feel I refused to break it. She coughed, swallowed, licked her lips, and finally spoke. ‘Look, is there some place we.