.so, I pushed my cock down on the sand between my legs and crossed my legs so no one would notice. I wanted to get up and walk away but I couldn't wit... a hard on...I got so turned on that I shot my load into the sand without even touching myself. Finally I my cock went down and I covered my load with sand and started to get up to leave hoping no one noticed anything...I walked to the water and waded in. The black guy stood up and I thought he was fixing to leave, but instead he came into the. Grunting and groaning as he kept putting pressure down onto her with short thrusts but never once putting any of himself out of her but trying his best to keep it all in. Maybe ten or fifteen seconds later his whole body relaxed again as Dwane took a deep breath. "Fell better?" she asked him. "Oh hell yeah! More then you know Marisa" Dwane told her as he caught his breath. My wife pulled her legs off his back as she relaxed under him. "Your pussy felt so good I was fighting not to blow my load. On the plus side, he had noticed that just in the few minutes he had been in the office, she had started giving him a few longer glances, maybe starting to flush a bit. Promising start.Leaving Fenway, he started moving in the direction that Ellie had given him. He moved like he was back in a combat zone. He could hear the sounds of gunfire, sometimes automatic, sometimes the louder booming of a high calibre rifle. The occasional explosion as well.Downtown Boston was well and truly fucked.. Just a precaution, I didn’t know if it would come in handy in the future. I called her once I had confirmed that the email had been delivered. “Hello, Gil. I am so very glad that you are feeling better.” “Thank you,” I growled, not amused by the events that had just transpired. I could picture the coy smirk on her pretty face when she asked, “You’re not curious in the least?” I was curious alright, but it didn’t mean that I was going to rush in blind and unprepared. She had initiated all.