She was again nibbling his ears and neck this time much harder, increasing Andrew's sensations, pounding her cunt he knew he could, and wanted, to kee...p this going. "Finger my arse as you fuck me" she yelled, for him another new experience but he was willing to comply. "Come on fuck me harder, faster, faster, stuff that finger up my bum".She started to moan and scream, was she orgasming? Andrew wasn't sure but it certainly sounded like it. She was now begging him to do it harder, ram his cock. Realizing she had to get to higher ground or risk being swept away in a flash flood, she forced her cold, stiff muscles to move and staggered further up the shallow hill she found herself on. When she reached the top of the hill, she could see all around her. There was nothing but water – water and scraggy little tree tops, some of which were moving, having been uprooted by the flood.It got totally dark shortly after she woke up, and she spent the night curled up against the driving rain and a. Yes mum we do said Gina. You know your dad won't be happy but I will not tell. You of course know you cannot sleep together in this house. I told Dan mum and he respects your houserules. You should show him the rest of the house. Gina went into the living room and ask Dan if he wants to see the rest of the house. Yes of course he said. Come on she said and she took him to the winecellar downstairs. She opened the door and switched on the light and he could see all the wines her dad has. "The drive didn't seem to take too long, probably 45 minutes, and the closer we got to the beach, the bigger the houses seemed to get. We chatted non-stop, but not before we'd expressed our sincere sympathy about his parents. But there was no reference by any of us to what we'd enjoyed on our honeymoon.Greg explained a bit more about the tragic accident that killed both his parents and how busy he'd been since, trying to run the family company as the sole heir, working virtually seven long days.