Well we got to the toilet, which was at a local shopping centre. The toilets was fortunately empty and we went into one of the stalls. He spent no tim... at all in taking off his jeans and boxers and bent over presenting me his puckered little hole. I moved in closer, reaching out to touch him. He moaned at my touch but didn't look at me. My hand moved down and I ran a finger up the length of his crack. Again he moaned and pushed against my finger a little. I moved into him and rubbed my cock. Things were better than she had anticipated.She quickly climbed the stairs to the bolted door on the landing. The beach house was small, well-furnished and stood on stilts only a short distance from the dunes of the North Carolina shoreline. The closest house was almost a quarter of a mile up further and she knew the Ramsey's never showed up at the shore before Memorial Day and that was not for another month.Once inside, she checked all the water outlets to make sure there were no nasty. He has a determination of his own, he brings the fingers of one hand forward and reaches into her pussy, relishing the warmth, smoothness and moistness of her. He inserts 2 fingers in her cunt and trails a path back up to her asshole, bringing her nectar with them. Slowly he inserts first one then two fingers into her tight hole. Once again her mind screams, this is more than can be humanly expected. Her breathing comes in gasps. Her entire body is on fire. She wants-no needs-to scream! She. 'Pull away, Mrs. Olsen, an go have a seat next to your hubby there.'There was a plopping noise as she disengaged her mouth from his organ and she watched as he was putting himself away. She pushed back and slowly, shakily got to her feet. Using the desk surface as a help she half stumbled over to the chair, remembering at the last minute what the youth had said about sitting down. Her skirt was over her fanny as her bottom touched the cool surface of the padded leather chair. It made her.