It was a weekday and there is no crowd in the resort just some foreigner.It was evening time and I got her to the beach where no one was present. Then... we sat in the sand and I said you look so hot in this dress and she smiled and said you are naughty I took that as a signal pulled her to the water but she resisted but I pulled her toward the water and pushed her towards the wave and lifted her and touched her lower belly and dropped her in mud and I intentionally fall on her as my fully erected. Love. Oh, yes, certainly love. Because emotional commitment, like a washing machine, has a built in obsolescence factor. You know that as well as I do. Even though you may be in a position where, for the moment, you prefer to believe otherwise. That's your choice, of course.Look, view me as a cynic. View me as a sad case. I don't really care. But things will fall apart, and one day you'll need the focus to deal with that. The point of this story is to help you when they do.And I'm not a cynic,. Within the bush, I was locating the sweet hole for which all men crave.I parted her pussy lips. I could sense the beautiful inner lips and outer lips of the pussy. I started using my two fingers to gently brush her inner lips in a circular motion around the clit. I massaged around her clit, increasing my pace slowly. I was continuously gauging her expressions.She was madly pinching her nipples and cupping her boobs on her own, trying to lick her nipples. I used the same technique as I used for. I had been in town almost a week, dressed as a farm laborer and spending most of my time and some of General Washington's brass in trying to find out what the British were planning. I had not shaved for a while and probably had not bathed for a month, but when this pretty little bar maid suggested that she would like to see me after closing, I did not hesitate for a minute to think why such a dainty thing would take any interest in a smelly hulk like me.I walked into her room, randy and eager,.