I also carried the surfboards out into the sunlight. Both were resin types and had not deteriorated at all. Now, I needed a beach and waves!I looked a...t the map. We really weren't that far. I carried the boards and my gun. Jennifer carried a shotgun and Terry had a pistol that, while she could shoot it, there wasn't much accuracy. At least, it would get attention and she would hit something. We left that morning headed for the ocean. We arrived after a medium distance walk. I had thought about. Your cunt is so fucking tight. I love your fucking cunt, you little bitch!’ The words coming from Cameron’s mouth were making Heather’s pussy even wetter. She was literally soaking his cock with her juices. Cameron began pumping his hard cock into her pussy. Heather began thrusting her hips upward and meeting his thrusts. He pumped hard into her sopping cunt as he gasped out words. ‘Fuck . . . oh, fuck me, Heather. Fuck that hot little cunt on my cock. Squeeze that tight pussy around my hard. She wanted him so bad. She wanted him to grab her. As he walked towards her, he thought about what he would do to her. She was screaming now and he put his hands firmly on her chest and began kissing her so deep with his tongue. As their tongues touched, she began to climax for the first time that night. She could feel his hand so firmly on her chest and his tongue in her mouth and her pussy began to drip onto the bed. Her legs began to quiver and squeeze him and she pulled him close to. Small talk passed back and forth for a few minutes and he could feel the smile slipping away. He didn’t really want to hurt the little girl. It wasn’t her fault. “Is that your violin?” he asked, eyeing the battered case that the father held. The girl nodded as her father handed it over to Allan, “It was my mothers. She gave it to me before she died.” His eyes flickered over to where his case lay waiting and pushed the memories away. He quickly opened it and was grateful to see it was a decent.