I heard the unmistakable sound of a cell phone ringing and checked to se if it were mine. I looked in my beach bag and it wasn't mine. I turned and lo...ked down the beach to see several other beach goers check there phone as well. I checked the hottie to my left and she was on her phone it must've been hers.I heard her conversation, "Hi Bill. Sorry Will.I.am." That's when I realized who that beach goddess was. That perfect ass and beautiful tits belonged to Fergie of the Black Eyed Peas. I sat. I was always very wet down there, ever time I was turned on, I would start smelling of pussy juice. In fact, I have the capacity to release cum if I am given good foreplay or fucked nicely. Anyways, when Rahul turned 18, I thought he was the right person to approach, he had loved me ever since he was young and he was safe as he was family. Atleast now he was not underage for sexual activity.He came with his mother to drop festival gifts for my family. My son, slightly younger to him, was to. He pushed back in, this time bottoming out in one swift stroke. I was out of my mind. All I could think of was, "I'm getting fucked!" It felt amazing! Allen smoothly thrust in and out of my asshole. He wasn't aggressive just insistent. He was driving to his ultimate conclusion and I was happy for him to finish inside me. I don't know what it's like to be fucked as a woman but it seemed like this was very close. I loved giving him pleasure, allowing him to use my body for his gratification.. "Do you know what she is? I'll give you three guesses."Now, I've been around, and I'm hard to confuse;I knew right away that she must be a muse."You're right," Mindy said, as if reading my mind."She's a muse; very rare . . . there are so few of her kind." She's beautiful," I said, "that much I can see.But, if she's so rare, why waste her on me?" Because you've a gift, although you don't know it;A writer you are, with the soul of a poet.If you take the muse, you'll again be a man,But you'll.