We met Crash and Roger in front of the house. Crash, Norman, Jenna and Marcy inspected the interior and exterior of the house generating a list of rep...airs that met Crash's expectations.Jenny, Lorrie and I sat on the porch with Roger and discussed the list of questions the corporate lawyers had checked off. All of them were small stuff - to me they were nothing - but I guess that is why they get paid to cross all the tee's and dot all the eyes.After the house tour was completed we made our way. " Listen to Gracie. She just wants it all for herself," he winked broadly at Tommy. "But I have other plans for little Miss Purity here." W-what do you mean," Linda whimpered as she felt his grip tighten on her ankle. She shivered slightly as his other hand began to course playfully over her still upraised naked buttocks."I mean you're ready for the graduate course in 'How to Fuck and Keep Your Hubby at Home, '" he leered.Then suddenly he was rising up on the bed with his arm clamped around her. Being a long time divorced single man who's lost the art of chat up my only sexual relief was my fist as I jerked off to on-line porn sites so masturbating to thoughts of someone I'd actually spoken to made my fist fun all the more enjoyable.The following evening I was lying on the couch in my dressing gown, enjoying a bit of manual fun, partly at Hazel's expense and partly at the video I was watching about an old dear getting a good seeing to, when my door-bell rang. Not expecting anyone, I. “How’s that?” Lonnie said, as he thrusted it into her.“Oh My God,” she rasped. “It’s good. I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.”“Finally,” he said, and started pumping harder and faster.The wet, hard-packed sand might have been a great surface for running, but the soft, powdery sand was a great surface for fucking. The sand adjusted to Claire’s backside--her spine, her butt, her legs, all of her--better than a Tempur-Pedic. She tightened her legs around the backs of his as he banged.