They had been watching her for days. She walked the beach twice a day: in the early morning and at sunset. She walked to and from the beach to her hou...e, a cottage, that was three short, tree-lined blocks to the ocean.She drove into town once a day, going to the post office to mail letters and pick mail up. She shopped in the mouth of the Carmel Valley at the Safeway and Long's discount drug store. She only shopped once a week. She stayed home every night, watching television then retiring. I thought about this and it had been about 3 months since I’d had sex. I lay on the bed and pulled down my shorts and underwear and used a pair of her silky panties to jerk-off into. God I came in buckets, but felt guilty and just threw them in a corner and promptly fell asleep.Sunday I played golf with 3 guys from the office, but afterward, nobody wanted to go for drinks, they all had families, so it was time to head home. I got home, made some dinner watched some television, then went to. Perhaps the lies weren't that small, but the girls were somewhat naÔve as to what they were likely to get away with. At first these lies didn't worry them while they were enjoying so much themselves in Throb.Throb was an aptly named resort they found, as this was exactly what their cunts did all the time after each day. They soon got used to days of sex on the beach, in the night clubs, in the hotel and in the bar. They soon stopped wearing any clothes at all: carrying all they needed in. ” and she walked in the door.As she walked by, she kissed his cheek, “You shaved. Lordy, you smell good. It makes me want ... never mind.”She blushed. It had been a long time since her last blush ... six years ... she was 12 and the neighbor boy had ... well ... he had. That day she learned about what a penis was for and that was the last time she called it that. Cock, dick, Johnson, ding-a-ling, schlong, pecker, dong ... and a whole bunch of other things. It made the itch in her kitty go.