Er, Carol?" I asked hesitantly. She turned to me without even looking at me, tears running down her face and put her head on my shoulder and a hand on...my thigh. "why do men keep doing this to me! fucking hell!" she said in a weepy tone. She looked up and met my eyes finally, her mascara running. "What's your name?" she asked. "Harry." I said. She took my chin in her hand and said "I'm going to need more Champagne!" "No I think you've had enough, Carol." I said. "You know my name." she said. Then i took command and started to fuck her in missionary position. she was yelling to fuck deeper and deeper and was making sound Fuck me fuck me, aahh ooohh and all.She said to fuck more wildly and i started giving her strong strokes vigorously. we continued to fuck for some time and then we exploded and rested in each other arms.After a while i order food and we went to bathroom to have a shower.we started cleaning each other and was occasionally kissing, and she was stroking my dick again.. So I got my towel out and sat down had another cigarette and a bit more wine watching folk walk past me. I turned over onto my front and got some sun on my back and feel that lovely sea breeze again.It was now time to walk back, seeing so many pert boobs, fresh vaginas and tight bottoms of my own age drove me into the sea again for a ‘ball freezer’ a couple times. That was of no use though I needed to unload again. It’s only natural after all.At this point of the beach there were only large. ”“Ooh yes, my sexy lady.”I stood and pulled Margaret by the hand with me. I stopped her beside the bed and found the clasp holding the neck straps of her dress together. I opened it and she let the dress pool around her high heeled boots. She pushed my shirt off and then pulled on my pants. I stepped out of them and removed my shoes and socks.Only in my tight, silk briefs with my erect cock sticking out of the fly I looked at Margaret. The sight excited me even more. A wide, red nylon garter.