It had been all he could have wanted with a woman. She was heroic when he broke her maidenhead. Then she had become a wanton whore for him. She couldn...��t get enough of his cock. He even stuck it up her little butt. Yet it obviously hurt her so much he stopped and wouldn’t do her asshole anymore. He loved her and she loved him. However, he would still get on his hands and knees and look at her cute beaver as it flashed at him while she typed.His thoughts about his wife were interrupted by what. Then we sped over to the beach. Becky showed me where to park, and we walked along the beach away from the private homes to the public swimming section. Becky was right, in the diminishing light no one was around. We had the whole beach to ourselves. I put the blanket down on the sand and we both sat down to eat our meals.It was a perfect evening. It was warm, but not hot and sticky. There was just a mild breeze that felt warm, and was just strong enough to keep the bugs away. When we were done. Her skin was bare, not a thread of clothing on her. Her body bounced, slowly. Her firm, perky breasts swayed with her, ever so slightly, as if in slow motion. Her thumb and index fingers came together to gently pinch each of her round, aroused nipples, slowly twisting back and forth. And as the sensations become too strong for her to contain, she opens her mouth, and moans “Matthew.”It was just my imagination, but it was the most erotic image I had ever created. And then I felt it. All at once,. He gasped and moaned as the next four weals were placed neatly one below the other. She delivered the last stroke and after Kevin let out a final scream she said “Well done.” She did not expect a reply. She rubbed his legs again, and between them, and she saw his penis again become erect. He moaned as she rubbed his balls and his shaft. He was so receptive to her touch. She kept stroking his shaft. She wanted him to come. It was her gift. To give and to take away. She kept stroking until that.