So I bought a sandwich and a bottle of juice, andI walked down to the beach. I was enjoying my lunch while I was lookingat the children building sand ...astles on the beach. It kind of made mesad that seeing the mothers playing with their children. I so wanted achild of my own, but I know that could never happen. Me and my husbandJack had thought about adapting a child, however, the process can bevery complicated and time consuming. After I finished lunch, I took offmy heels and I walked down to. ” And as she turned to look up at him and ask why, she saw that he was starting to get a hard-on. Being the 18 year old boy that he was, he started telling her that he was sorry and apologizing for it, saying that he couldn’t help it.She let out a little squeal and told him not to worry, that she had seen plenty of them before and went back to looking at his knee. And he laid there wondering what she had meant by that [ plenty of them ]. Was she saying that she was that experienced or what?. I could even see some of the stuff dripping down his big, bloated balls.” “You’re starting to sound like a poet again.” “Do you want me to stop?” “No, by all means, pray continue.” “Ok, if you’re sure? Because this is where it really starts to get good.” “I won’t say another word.” “Yeah, right. But anyway, he was standing there, all-but naked and hard as a steel-pipe, and I just sat there, hunched-back on my knees, staring at him. I remember the strange smile he had, right. Amazed, I stared at her nakedness for a moment. Lying there topless her small breasts flattened out against her chest leaving her nipples erect and inviting. I leaned down and gently kissed her nipples and fondled her and we kissed some more. Her breath quickened with my touch. Emboldened by her response, my hand went lower and slipped into her pants. “Can you take these off too?” I asked. She squirmed out of her shorts leaving her panties on. They were simple white cotton, not the sexy things.