The boys stopped and stared, as did the girls, as I walked through the little brick pavillion. My 68 inch bosoms heaved and quaked in my bathing suit ...like two gigantic waterballoons. Stepping from cool concrete and shade to warm sand and bright sun, I hit the beach. The sandy shore was lit- tered with bodies, all of which were laying about like driftwood scattered after a storm. I found my spot in the midst of stares and whispering, dropped my beach paraphenalia and claimed my territory with. ”“Yes, I am. Shoot that load of spunk in Kyra.”“Kyra, do you want my cum?” I asked as I continued pounding her pussy and I gave her a swat on the ass.“Yes. Yes, Bret. Cum in me. Let me feel you throb and shoot your load in me.”With every thrust, Kyra’s lips and tongue met Ally’s pussy. Her fingers rubbed her clit with one hand while the other hand was three fingers deep rubbing her g-spot. “Oh, Kyra. I’m going to cum,” Ally screamed as she grabbed Kyra’s head and pulled her into her pussy so. "She was a beautiful lady, wasn't she?" he said to the boy."Yes Sir. Did you know her, Uncle Homer?" No, but I do remember the day of her funeral. She and her husband were killed in an automobile accident out on Route 22. Their family buried the two of them on the same day." Did she have lots of family?" Her parents were quite old, but I think she had a younger sister. I think her name was Sally something-or-other. I read in the papers a couple years later that her sister got married. She. I got her to masturbate while watching these and listening to the recorded messages. Part of this technique involves having no sensory input at all, other than what she heard or saw on stage. At the end of the weekend, she was my slave: completely under my control and willing to do anything for me. I told her that, she had to get her mother and two sisters to this place, one weekend at a time. I gave her my special mixture and told her to use it to convince them. This worked like a charm and I.