.I’m a farmer.”“Its OK if they are Ok” The bloke said.“No worries, my name is Marcus” I said“I am Helena and this is Paul” She replied... “Do you walk down here often”“ Yep every few days” I replied “Just turn down this track here on the left Paul and just follow it for a few hundred metres”It was time to get this couple to the beach for a cooling swim for themselves and also for me as I was getting hotter and hotter sitting next to this absolute spunk. She was a bit like a younger Princess. We had goodsex. We had vanilla sex. We had passionate sex. But I won't wastethose details on you right now, that's not why you came here, was it?Okay fine, there was a blow job, he may or may not have reciprocated,but he totally did. Threw me on my back, fucked until I practicallybegged him to finish me off, then he had me on my hands and knees untilthe screaming finale... Can I get back to the rest now?So an hour and a half later we descended the stairs once more. He wasjust wearing his. It did not take long. On the edge of the floor were a group of older women, mid-thirties, early forties. They looked like they were having a good time and young guys were approaching them constantly to try their luck. One by one they peeled off to dance with the guys but there was one who stood out from the others. She was short, dressed in a white blouse, with a school tie, a short pleated skirt that showed off her wonderful ass and curvy legs. She wore knee high white socks and her dark hair. I was shocked when I opened it up and discovered that I have hundreds of emails. There were a few from my friends. But most were from strangers, men and even some women, who were raving about my pictures and movies. Most of them went into great detail about what they would like to do to me, or see someone else do to me.I remembered Delon saying something about posting my pictures on a website. I didn’t remember what it was, something about blacks and blondes. I checked the history on my browser.