I knew I was miserable in my life, but should I just end my miserable life or "take up arms against it."I had thought about ending it all before, but ...onight was my final decision point. Either I ended it all tonight or I did something to turn my life around. Those were the only two options available to me. I had left everything but the swimsuit and T-shirt I was wearing at the apartment. I walked the two miles to the beach and as I walked out onto the sand, threw my sandals into the trash. Rita smacks her brother’s hand playfully. “Not yet. I want to be extra naughty,” she says.Mark recognizes that twinkle in her eyes. When they had been younger, they had been very adventurous when it came to sex. They were certainly not ashamed to try new things and new people sometimes. The memories of those times have Mark’s manhood surging and ready to go.Rita leads her brother to the clothes section of the store. It is in the center, divided into sections for men and women, boys and girls. Each thrust rocked me with waves of uncontrollable pleaseure as her tight pussy wrung every ounce of bliss out of my overstimulated nerves. The pleasure built and built, until it was the most intense thing I had ever felt, and she was screaming and I was screaming and she was biting my shoulder, and her pussy was squeezing my dick, and I was coming inside of her, and her body was devouring it and her struggles stopped and I released her arms, and they found my ass and dug in and pulled me even. Which is also generally the direction of the nearest land,” Arlene pointed out, but she was very intently watching her screens, too. “And there’s still just one of them. If they really thought we had survived, surely there would be several of them. And they’re not very deep. Hmmm. I wonder if their shields are strong enough to allow them to reach our depth.”After a moment, she continued, “I’m going to move us farther under the overhang to lessen their chances of detecting us, but ... that will.