The event was but a figment of my imagination, and yet now it seemed so very, very real. Kara’s voice wove the story into reality, casting it as a ...ivid memory in my mind.“... and then she is upon you,” Kara described. I nodded in agreement, seeing it all, lit by the flickering firelight and lanterns of our homestead.“She kisses me,” I chime in. “She kisses me... my mother’s soft lips on my asshole, wet and warm.”“Her mouth is open,” Kara added. “Her soft pink tongue flickers out, teasing. I quickly realized that what had woken me was my boyfriend rolling over in his sleep. I was laying in my side in a sort of an elongated fetal position and he was now laying in a matching position right behind he. His body was warm. His chest and belly settled up to my back and the touching of our skin was comforting. As this was all sinking into my not quite yet cognitive mind, I felt his arm reach over me and his big hand across my midsection. I held his hand with mine and he tugged on. I could feel him getting hard. "Don't forget my butt." I said. "That's not a fun place to get burned." As he nervously made his way to my booty, I started good hot and decided to take my chances and fuck him his brains out. He started off bearly touching it like my ass was going to eat him alive. I rolled over on my back exposing my breasts and asked if he help keep me tan line free. Kevin stood there stunned, "it's not polite to stare." I said. "Grab them." "Are you sure?" He asked. "Your. It wasn't uncomfortable, but the pressure feltvaguely wrong.Nothing at the continental breakfast was appetizing. He passed by fruit,cereal, waffles, bacon, sausage and even coffee, despite usually being acaffeine fiend. He went to the hotel restaurant, which served its entiremenu all day, and ordered the fried clams. They were overcooked and overseasoned, but palatable.After a quick trip to his room to grab a towel and chair, he risked areturn to the beach. The urge to dive deep was still.