I turned off my headlights and left the parking lights on so she knew which vehicle was mine. I sent “I’m here” in an email, set the phone on th...e seat, and waited. After a minute the curtain opened up. A brunette, probably late 30’s, a little curvy, stood there in a t-shirt of a rock band I used to listen to 15 years ago, and pajama pants. My guess is she’s had a couple k**s, and possibly divorced since there was no ring on her ring finger. Wearing that shirt, I figure she was probably a bit of. She gathered up the come with her fingers and then sucked then dry. Just then we could hear her cousin and boyfriend coming down the stairs.We smartened ourselves up for someone to say lets go down to the beach. By this time most of the families would be heading home so they would be quiet. As we got there the car park to the beach was quiet, so we all got out the car and walked along the beach. The weather was pleasant for the time of year but wasn't exactly warm to sit to after 8 pm at night.. Fuck... meeeee!" I redoubled my efforts, Carla had finally lost control enough to say the "F" word. I fucked her for all I was worth, my 10 inches pummeling her spasming pussy. I stroked faster as she came to me again. "I... I... I'm... cuuummmmiiiiinng, oh... Jesus... I'm... cuuummming,... cuuumming, cuummmiinng! Don't... stop... fuck... ing... me... James... ever!" Faster strokes urged on by her hip action and her pulsing pussy were bringing me to the edge again. I tried to hold back as I. Boyfriend or not, she couldn’t leave things as they were between them. Before she could think about it anymore, she tapped the screen and dialed his number. ‘Hello.’ ‘Hi, Brody.’ She cleared her throat. ‘It’s me. Ryan.’ ‘I know.’ His voice was teasing and she relaxed a little. ‘I hope this is an okay time.’ Now that she’d contacted him, she was drawing blanks on what to say. ‘It’s fine. I was just thinking about you. How’s everything going?’ ‘Oh, um, really well. We have a couple of days off.