I've travelled many times to California since Crystal Passion's fateful American Tour and visited places like Monterey, the Big Sur, Tijuana and the E...st Ocean Boulevard that I'd always dreamed of visiting when I was listening to Brian Wilson, Dick Dale and Eden Ahbez as a teenager in my London Suburban family home. But nothing we'd seen on our tour of the United States could seem more remote from the beaches, the sunshine and the surf of the America that I'd imagined."So, another shitty. I continued downstairs, a little light headed and giddy, the prospect of sharing another mans body, naked and hard for me to enjoy, not to mention the final act of sex, put a knot deep in my tummy, I was horny and in the mood, and only feeling Tommy's hard cock inside me moving in and out to encourage his ejaculation, would suffice, and my hope was that Tommy was as keen to fuck me as I him.The fact my husband was in the same house as was our marriage certification, meant nothing to me at that. Well! If this isn't love I don't know if I'll be able to stand the real thing if it comes along she thought to herself with a smile.She gently removed his hand from her breast and slipped out from under his arm and eased herself out of bed. She had pushed the blankets down in her attempt to get out of bed without waking him and he had turned over on his back. She looked down at his body and thought again that he was an Adonis. His body was perfectly honed and sculpted and there was not a spare. I couldn’t help laughing as he chased her up the beach, the seaweed dangling out of his shorts. They fell onto the towels together. Sally lay on her back, laughing, her breasts heaving, as Matt knelt over her. He put his hand on her flat stomach and stroked it, then leant over to kiss her as his hand slid down inside her bikini pants and began to rub at her pussy. I could see the bulge of his hand inside her bikini; from the way it was moving, it looked as if he had pushed at least one finger.