The tight jeans and skin fit T-shirt had sprung my cock back to life. But this time we both wanted to do it with full time, the last time being in a h...rry. I just grabbed her quickly by the waist and pressed her body hard against mine. I could feel her softness crushed onto my hard body. We kissed and kissed like the last kiss of this life, our tongues fighting each other to prove more passion. She whispered in my ear that this time she wants it wild and long. I suddenly slid my hands from her. His moaning encouraged her. She increased the stimulation making the head yield to her stroking. In a few minutes she felt his precum oozing and used it as lubrication. He tried thrusting his hips into her hand to get her to stroke his cock but she wouldn't let him and said, "Lay still sweetie and I will take care of you". It was difficult for him to just lay there and take it as her attentions were driving him crazy and making more precum flow from his cock. Just when he thought he couldn't. The outcome was not only that she had a good job in a financial institute, but she was also a supervisor, and doing all right at it. They were a strange couple in some ways, Margaret had been born and raised in Canning Town, in those days probably the worst slum in London. Her parents (if they were married) were alcoholic’s as were most of her extended family. Most lived on welfare, or with what money could be obtained through stealing, or whoring. When Margaret was in her early teens she left. I was looking at everyone on the beach actually, but I couldn’t take my eyes off them both, specially that they were so close to me and the view was so clear to every part of their body.They noticed that I’m horny for them, and started to make their attraction moves and to take their seductive positions that made me more horny by watching their legs open widely, pretty asses, their poking clits, their oiled bodies shining in the sun.The sun itself made its action by making my body hotter while.