I wanted to be stared at in a bikini, and I am, by a frat k** and a middle-aged guy." Erin felt a little funny about it, but it was a good kind of fun...y. This was harmless fun. It didn't mean anything, and it was nice to be admired, even ogled. She hadn't been ogled like this in a long time.She held her knees together and leaned over to her bag, pulling out a water bottle. She sat up and took a long swig from the bottle. Though she hadn't been at the beach that long the sun and warmth made her. I was ready to stop in an instant if she protested it was too hard or I was going too deep or something but her protests never came. Instead, she cried out, "More!' and, "Faster baby!" and, "Yes, just like that!"I pounded that woman's pussy for a good ten minutes, giving her the fucking she had been missing for far too long. Eve moaned and cried and groaned as I punished her pussy with my forceful, unrelenting assault.I do have to hand it to her though – she took everything I gave her and was. I dropped my arms, took her hand and started walking. When she spoke after we had gone about half a block, her voice was quiet. It was almost like the voice of a little child questioning something. ‘You really think so, don’t you?’ ‘Yes, I do. I am coming back here. Back to Havana… and back to you.’ ‘Then I will wait for you.’ I knew what I had to say next. I hoped it wouldn’t sound like I was breaking up with her. Now that I had convinced her that I was coming back, I had to make sure she. I was unsure whether or how to reply, but my mother said, ‘Now I know you’re probably uncomfortable with all this, so don’t worry about saying anything. Just listen.’ Sounding on the verge of tears as she finished, she said, ‘Deacon, that girl is a saint. An angel. A God-send. She’s a special providence in your life. You probably don’t even see half the ways she takes care of you. You be good to her as best as you know how, and do everything in your power to hang onto her, OK?’ ‘I understand,’.