" It's not your fault, Candice." You were an utter asshole to her, Tavi," she said, bringing tears back to my eyes. "You're too powerful to be that se...lfishly cruel. You could have and you should have handled the situation better."I hated every word for a second but nodded after the feeling passed. Candice was right, like she had been so many times. I should have given Celia what she needed while taking care of my shit. Not interrupting Candice's idyllic new life was a bullshit excuse to hide. Locking her door at her unit, She started to walk along the street towards Tugun beach, passing the surf club. Looking at the beach she decided to walk north towards flat rock. There were a few people on the beach sitting, walking, playing, but the surf was only about 30cm. So no surfers to check out.Arriving at flat rock there was a young man (30ish) blond hair, torn tee shirt and blueish board shorts. Sitting on the sand looking a bit spaced out. He called to Helena, asking if she had a smoke. When did all of these things become ‘normal’? Now…every guy wants to film himself (or even bring a ‘mate’ to film him!) whilst he indulges all of his fantasies! I’m not a prude…I would never have survived for 15 years as an e****t if I was!… But having someone ram his cock down my throat until I choke, or up my bum until its a gaping great hole just isn’t ‘fun’! All this began to evolve around 10 years ago? ‘Odd’ questions by punters like ‘do I deep-throat’? ) Of course I’ve always offered my. My moans became louder, my hips started pushing up with every thrust of the vibrator. I wanted to cum so bad, I had to cum. I had to release all the pent up passion and lust I had for him these last two nights. I could not take it anymore, I needed to cum.I soon started reliving what he said he wanted to do. Pushing me against the wall, picking me up and sliding my pussy down on his dick. The thought of that made me scream his name. I sat up and got on my knees, pushed my ass up and reinserted.