I put on my swim trunks, grabbed a beer, and went outside to sit in the lounge chair by the pool. I took a sip of my drink, laid back and began remini...cing about my deceased wife. Oh God, we had a good life and our sex life was extraordinary. My cock began to swell as I remembered the time we spent at the lake just the two of us, with no clothes, no phone, and no television. We were communing with nature and having hot-wild sex.I looked around to make sure no one was nearby, and then ran my. We walked through a small patch of woods before we came out onto the beach. Cobbler’s Beach was small, compared to Bondi Beach. Bondi’s crescent was about half a mile long. Cobbler’s was much smaller and much of the horseshoe shaped bay was rocky and forbidding. Here at the center of the cove, a 125 foot stretch of sand provided access to the sea. A crescent of flat grass behind the sand doubled the width of the beach.There were about dozen people at the beach, not surprising since we were here. With two fingers I managed to spread them and found the clitoris again. With slight pressure I ran my finger over it. She twitched. I thought it was over. She just orgasmed! I thought. Young and full of cum, I was awesome. I did that fast, almost too fast.She then moaned “More!” so I did what I had done once more. She twitched again. So she hadn’t orgasmed, but I had found a sweet spot. Once more I did it and got the same twitch. Lets just not over do it I thought and started to feel around. I told him that lately I had only been getting rammed and that it was not really satisfying my needs. Daddy smiled, undressed, and I climbed on. He was so hard and it felt so good. I rode him and let his cock massage my clit as I did. I twisted and giggled that I was getting screwed. I jumped up and down like I was on a pogo stick. I made small circles on Daddy’s cock with my pussy pretending that I was stirring something special. I was too, myself. I noticed him looking at my breasts and then.