Fay knew that Tanya would exact a price from Jack's body if he dared to assert his body onto her, but this was Jack's cock fucking her. Yet Fay wanted...to make it hard for Jack, she wanted to fuck him because she knew it would make him work harder for his release. Tanya might have underestimated Jack, thought Fay, and it would be fun to make sure she never did again. In surprise, Jack gasped as the object pressing into his arse was removed and felt Fay's cool of her wet fingers pushed into his. The inviting beach shone brightly reflecting the romantic full moon hanging low above her head. She kept looking over her shoulder and in all the dark corners at the edge of the sand.Her uncle had told them that some of the females in the town had complained of some perverted men wandering the streets at night looking for lone women walking the streets for what one might surmise was an opportunity to locate a paying customer for their easy virtue.She found the story strangely exciting and her. "Ron, this place is beautiful," she said. "Is that your boat, it's huge." Yes. It's mine. Its only 36 feet," he told her, "The dock is 60 feet long and sometimes a neighbor will tie a boat here if he is having a party." I didn't know that Howell paid this well," she said.Ron walked over behind her and put his arms around her and kissed her neck, "They don't. When my parents died they had considerable assets. When Sam was appointed my guardian he liquidated everything and set up a trust fund for. They had been properly outfitted at least, gone were their casual clothes and lab coats, replaced with blue UNN jumpsuits and unflattering boots that could withstand the mud. Only Dubois had refused the attire, sporting his own hunting outfit that made him look like an off-brand Indiana Jones.They passed under the shadow of the forest canopy, shafts of green light piercing the leaves to give the terrain a spotty, patchwork feel. The going was harder here, the skeletal roots that held the trees.