The loss of his wife to cancer several years earlier left him a single parent with two young sons. With so much in common, they laughed and talked for...hours. Later, walking arm in arm to her car, she wondered about a good night kiss. ‘Thank you for going out with me.’ ‘I had a wonderful time.’ They both spoke at once smiling into each others eyes. The smiles faded as Roger slowly leaned down and brushed his lips against Maryann’s soft mouth. What started as a chaste peck quickly ignited into. The very next morning we pulled up to the beach, it was still a little dark and there wasn't anyone else in sight. Tim made his usual jokes and I made my usual comment back, when he asked, "are you ever gonna take it out or just talk about it?" That was all I needed, I pulled down my shorts right there in the car, and said, "now what." Tim dove down and began sucking my limp cock like his life depended on it. I was instantly hard and throbbing. He felt like nothing I had experienced before. I. At this point I probably could have done anything to her and she wouldn't have stopped me. But I decided to play this out slowly. It seemed like hours as I stood there next to her waiting for her to turn my way. When she finally turned and looked up at me, I leaned down and kissed her full on the lips while grabbing at her tits through her dress. I kept our lips pressed together forcing my tongue in her mouth and squeezing her soft breasts with my hand. Then I slipped my hand up her dress and. I started putting the stand together and it was harder than what I thought. The entire time of me working on the stand Wanda sat in her chair watching me. Ever so often I hear her make a comment but not really paying much attention to them. I was just about done when Wanda spoke and I listened this time. "Would you like something to drink you been working so hard on that, I bet your thirsty" I turned and said "A glass of water would be nice". Wanda made her way to the little kitchenet and fixed.