Maybe she actually believed she would live through the night.I took her large tits in my gloved hands and squeezed them as I fucked her, the dark nipp...es now hard.“There we go, this isn't so bad is it Marie? Aunt Doris loved my cock in her too. The old lady came while I was fucking her. Then I killed her.”She moaned again, her big brown eyes looking at me pleadingly. She began to move her pelvis in little circles, pushing against my fat cock. She arched her back, thrusting her big tits. “Yesss,” I said.We dried off, spread the towels on the sand and sat down. Nick put the plastic bag on the sand between us and reached into the backpack again. He produced a corkscrew and started to open the wine.“You were ready for just about anything,” I said.“Just about,” he smiled, lifting the bottle to his lips and taking long drink.“No glasses?” I asked as he handed me the bottle.“There are limits,” he said, then gave me another one of those smiles. “At least on glassware.”He smiled again,. His mind was too consumed with images drawn from the past and fantasies of the future, visions of her flesh under his control. And the idea of her considerable intellect and will subsumed to his was a powerful drug all its own, one that made any reservations he had utterly irrelevant. While they were now supposedly ‘just friends’–a bunch of manipulative female bullshit if he’d ever heard any–he’d never stopped wanting her. But the failure of their romantic relationship left him feeling rejected. Ryan almost dropped his beer at that one! "You mean, you wouldn't tell me hands off Sophie?" Nope," Warren grinned. "If you come up there--like I said, anything's fine with us. We've done this before. Besides which, Sophie and I are very, very secure in our relationship. It took a whole lot to get to that point, but we are. We can do extracurricular things with dear friends, and it's fine. You have to decide if you are that secure with Jess." If I wasn't, I wouldn't have sent her up there with.