The mounting delights of another grand orgasm were already making her head spin, her body feel wild, fulfilled and satisfied. She felt Andy pull the...weight of his chest off of her tits. Then she felt the steam of his breath as he lowered his mouth to her tits and teased her nipples with his tongue. His mouth opened and swallowed one of her firm tits inside while his hand cupped and tweaked the other. She extended her arm and reached around one of his huge muscular thighs, her hand. Pushing her backwards, her hands had no choice but to let go of me, her topless body now on the sand in front of me. I ran my hands over her hips, slowly rubbing my palms up her flat stomach, determinedly reaching out for the bosoms standing prominent in front of me. I ran my hands over the domes, her nipples hard against my hands. Clasping a handful I playfully pulled them, and then ran my hands back down her stomach, stopping when I reached the waist band of her jeans. I leant into her,. He runs a finger next to the cut and looks up at me. ‘Does it hurt?’ I shake my head wordlessly. Nothing could hurt me tonight. He smiles a little. There’s a small gap between his front teeth. Analysing his physical flaws makes me feel a bit better in light of the way my body melts at his touch. ‘I didn’t think so. There’s still some glass in there. I’m going to clean it up for you and then put in some stitches ok?’ He glances up at me from unpacking medical supplies from the black box.. He didn't get upset when I as near as dammit called him an old fogey, he smiled and countered my words. He didn't demolish my arguments he just got me to view music in a slightly different way. When he talked about what music meant to him I felt ashamed of myself. He was describing how I felt about music when I was in my teens. Somewhere along the way, I had lost that ideal. Could I ever get it back? As we talked, I got this impression of a genuine, self-contained man. A guy who would accept.