The cafe was made up of ornate wrought iron tables with similar chairs on a patio overlooking the beach and ocean. The menu, though simple, had some ...elicious sounding local fare. We picked a few entrees to share and enjoyed the food enormously. We stayed around and enjoyed a few glasses of fresh iced tea and watched the sun sink lower in the sky. Walking back towards our room the shadows grew ever longer. The beach was slowly thinning out as most of the day campers headed back for a late. When I got to her waist I scooted down and straddled one thigh. Without asking I slid the zipper on her skirt down. Figuring she would tell me to stop any minute, I took a deep breath when she didn't. Just as I touched the upper part of her butt cheeks she moved."Let me slip off my skirt so I don't get it wrinkled."With a little twist and turn she had it off, hooked her thumbs into her pink panties, and pulled them off too. I stood there looking at her, beautiful from head to toe, her blonde. I grabbed her arms and held them down above her head with one hand and brought my other hand to her tit, then pinched her nipple hard and called her a fucking whore again. She gasped, and I lay on top of her and got my other hand to her other breast and pinched on both nipples and called her a slut. Both of my friends were up and watching by this point. Her husband had a huge smile…he liked this. I kept pounding away and with each thrust called her a fucking whore in her ear. Just a nice. Her gestures and mannerisms all fit her personality. It looked as if she was pretending to be someone else. Anna was trying to strut around, sticking her boobs and butt out. It just didn't seem right. It also looked like the body was having trouble doing it because it wasn't its natural gait or stance.In addition to this Anna, didn't wear revealing clothing. So seeing her in a skirt that was too short and a very low cut top was just odd. The strangest thing of all though was her face and.