Overweight. Ugly. Lonely. Depressed.*We'd got chatting in a bar after I'd accidentally trodden on her toe – both drunk but she more drunk than me �... and admitted towards the end of the evening she'd had a rough time when she had been younger, hinted at abuse.Damaged and vulnerable, I'd concluded as I'd given her my mobile number - my kind of female.I'd met her the next day for a coffee in town and she'd been uglier than I'd recalled: beady little brown eyes too close together set in a pudgy. Push your shorts and panty off and spread your knees for them. One of them has binoculars, the other a long zoom lens on her camera. They want to see your beautiful vulva, your climax, up close. Maybe we should invite them to come to us?" She grunted, lurched and climaxed again before putting the shorts under her cute ass."Yes, I thought you'd like that. Turn a little toward me and put your left leg on my side of the hump." I deeply inhaled her sexy fragrance and licked some off my lip. As her. (she texted me the next day and said her pussy was sore, but in a good way) That night, I was so horny, I just had to jack myself off before going to bed. I did, giving myself a pretty strong orgasm just thinking about what I just did with her, but it was nothing compared to the one she'd give me the next time we were together...Like our previous encounter, this one also takes place in my car. Even though this time it was my turn, I couldn't let her touch me without a whole lot of french. Even if an army of Jesuits came in through the tent door, she’d likely kill the first few all by herself over the intrusion. She rose up on her knees in imitation of his posture and he smiled to see it — that same soft smile that she’d seen earlier today on the beach — the one that showed nothing but his warm feelings for her. The very same one which, if only they could have understood each other when she’d been sitting naked in the small surf, was almost enough to cause her to crawl to him and.