Your arms are tightly wound around my neck and legs around my waist as you nuzzle the crook of my neck with your mouth. I can feel the sharp intake of... your breath as I walk us slowly towards the doorway onto the porch overlooking the beach. With each step, my cock jars erotically against your cervix eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep in your throat. Our private beach is deserted – except for the inflatable Zodiac which we used to land from the boat that delivered us – and the sum is. I joke with him asking if he thought it was less creepy following me for a mile without a word. It’s his turn to blush, and look a little embarrassed. He apologizes and asks if he can make it up to me. We agree on coffee. After cooling down, we head to my favorite coffee shop. We order some coffees and a few muffins. He tells me again how sorry he is for today and about the last time we ‘bumped’ into each other. I play it cool, as though I haven’t been thinking about him nonstop for two weeks. " Not yet..." he smiles confidently. His cock is soaked in her juices now, and he pushes her legs down and climbs up to her beautiful lips, parted and waiting. "First, I want you to taste yourself..."She eagerly leans up, sucking her own juices off his throbbing cock, and he throws his head back in ecstasy. As she works her expert little lips over his erection, he reaches one hand back and runs it over her clit, causing her to jerk her hips again."Do you want me to fuck you now?" he asks. Heather put the tractor back in motion and checked behind her to make sure the disk was still okay. “I’m doing okay,” she lied as she feigned a smile.“No, you’re not,” Tracy said with a grin and playfully bumped her shoulder against Heather’s. “You want to talk about it?” she asked.Heather shook her head. How did she know? she asked herself. No matter how she tried to hide it, Tracy had always been able to tell exactly how Heather was feeling.“Jimmy?” Tracy questioned.“Mostly,” Heather.