I wasn't the only one going through the rows. From time to time I heard muffled screams of people crying out. From time to time I had to bypass someon... whose head was on a corpse, crying their hearts out.I found my Dad in the middle of the third row. He looked as if he was sleeping. Laying on his back, calm, serene, no external damage seen. Like I expected him to wake up with a big smile. But I knew this was not going to happen. Slowly I sank down to my knees next to him, buried my face in his. Now she was so excited she request me to fuck her hard to tore out her pussy what good fucker ur Sameer…I love u and blah blah she was chatting this words and I was fucking her rock hard, she put her legs on my back and make them cross and slightly lift her butt and I was increasing my speed and was ramping her hole furiously after some time I feel something is trying to come out of my lund I told her that she told me that our love juice..allow the juice to come deep in my pussy and suddenly. ” She nodded her agreement, kissed him then asked what had happened after she retired to her bed yesterday? He coloured up then said that “he had been so randy and so had Trudy that despite her being a lesbian he had laid her on the kitchen table and fetched her to a fantastic orgasm by tongue and finger, she didn’t allow him to use his dick in her, but had given him the most fantastic hand job before she left, he was more guilty about that `act behind her back’ than about the adventure. I fell asleep as the hot sun warmed my body. I woke up in the afternoon. My skin felt hot and although I don't usually burn, I felt I had overslept. The beach was mostly empty now, I saw a couple far in the distance. I moved back towards the shade and enjoyed the view of the ocean. Soon after, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure move towards me. I turned and saw it was a lone, native man. He was tall, thin, long-limbed, his lean muscularity reminiscent of an anatomical chart. He waved.