M. when we pulled into our camping spot at Galveston Island State Park following a tiring 5 hour drive. My wife and I were both aching and weary from ...the trip, so we decided to take a quick, refreshing, stroll down the beach before setting up camp. It was a warm, breezy night with small but frequent waves rolling onto the shore. "The wind, the water, the sound of the waves, you know what the elements do to me," said Susan after walking only about 100 yards. "I'm really wet, you want to see?". I began drooling like crazy as my hands held on to Rodney’s thighs frantically, as I got force-fed Rodney’s dessert.Every time Rodney felt he was getting too close, he extracted his cock from my mouth and began alternating between spearing his three middle fingers into my mouth before slapping my face. Rodney wanted this to last and wasn’t going to make the same mistake of cumming too quickly, like two days before. Rodney was in his element, and I am sure he felt like he was one of the studs in. It was then a hand landed hard on my shoulder and pulled me off the bar stool. I landed in a broad low stance just in time to feel more than see a swing sail just over my head. I came up, pulled the idiots head in, lifting his legs so that he flopped over behind the bar. The bar tender glanced down at the idiot and looked at me, you need to go, now. I nodded and we all made a bee line for the door. We were pulling out about the time a couple of cruisers were pulling in. We figured he must have. But your other hand caresses my hip so seductively, I forget any thoughts of my husband. I shiver at your touch, I don't just want you, I need you. My eyes dart across to the little locker room that goes off the staff room, a small, private place with no windows. I look back at you and you give me a little smile that says 'go on take control, I dare you'.... As I start to lead you into the room, I wonder where my courage has come from, probably from the overwhelming feeling of lust that has.