You can't imagine the feeling - being watched by you. My pussy is on fire now - aching, pulsating, begging. My middle finger slips into my throbbing c...unt. I begin my come-hither motion inside, stroking my g-spot. Slipping in a second finger and then a third, my finger-fuck begins in earnest. Wildly bucking my ravenous cunt against my hand brings another hand to a crotch within the crowd outside the glass. You stroke as I stroke. We are fucking. Sitting back on my ass, I provide you with a. "I can't say I'm surprised. The young thing's a cunt." He cleared his throat before tilting the goblet against his lips.Piggidigi released a soft chuckle as he drank, eyes watching the goblet all the way back to the table before twitching back to Yelka."You're weary of face." Piggidigi finally spoke, her words just as twisted by her strange accent as usual. "Why?"Yelka breathed a heavy sigh, putting his shoulders into the effort."My own father doesn't trust my judgement." He answered, squeezing. I’d bought a new black, bandeau bikini for the trip. It wasn’t something I’d feel comfortable wearing on a crowded beach, but thought it was perfect for the secluded strip of sand I’d found the day before. I put it on with a long white linen button down shirt, big sunglasses, and a big sun hat. Then I grabbed a blanket and my book and headed to the little cove.Of course, as I approached I heard voices. I emerged from the trees on the little trail to find a couple pressed. She said cheating wasn't really a massive thing, anyway. She said she would never tell Sam. All of these things helped but the guilt still remained. And, to be honest, even now in the present day the guilt hasn't gone away. After we both cleaned up and dried the carpet, we spent the rest of the evening joking around and getting higher. She did her best to make me feel better about the situation and she didn't even mention what we had just done, which was probably for the best. I went to bed.