They both felt the heat of the sun on their wet skin and just let the warmth lull them into a calm state. She hadn't been to this beach in ages and sh... questioned what took her so long to come back. As she thought about everything and nothing while enjoying the rays, her best friend Willow tugged on her arm. "Fuck, Gemma, you won't believe who's here," she said giving a subtle tilt of her head to the left. Gemma sat up and looked in the direction Willow pointed. "Fuck!" she thought. It was. Sharon had taken a seat on the love seat. He finished the drink and carried them over to Sharon. He handed one to her. She accepted it with a simple thank you.The moment to choose where he would sit had arrived. He could sit in the love seat with her, between the kids on the couch, or in the solo chair. In the past, he would have chosen the solo chair, but today he was going to sit in the love seat. He sat down and put a hand on her leg. He felt the top of her stocking and turned to look at her. What did he know anyway? He'd seen thesperm; it had looked and smelled like his own. His fingers had beensticky with it. It welled up from the slit in the knob's head, floodingand ebbing like a pulse.Lucian groaned.The faces of elegant, ballet-shoed girls popped up in his mind; theywere all smiling. He recalled Harper's smoldering gaze under the ink-black bangs, feeling the boy's fingers on his thigh, drawing circles.And he saw Charlie - the petite porcelain puppet.Lucian knew he had to get. Then, I started unbuttoning my shirt. I wanted to tease her, so it took a couple minutes for all of my clothes to be in a pile on the floor. Her eyes were fixated on my hard cock. "Do you like it?" I asked, bringing it closer to her mouth."Oh, yes sir!" she replied, opening her mouth obediently.I slowly guided it passed her lips, and I began thrusting into the mouth of my teen slave. She tried sucking the best she could, but it was difficult laying on her back with her head turned to the side..