I parked and went up and knocked on her door. The next summer would be very different. Sex Debbie’s tight muscles gripped me like they never wanted to let go, as we came together in a final grunt of passion. She soon came back carrying a large woven beach bag and a transistor radio her uncle gave her for her birthday. When it was over we lied there side by side for a while in the morning sun. I closed the trunk as we began the walk to the beach. You make my heart sing. There was a small, relatively secluded section near Sandy Hook that we felt we had “discovered.” There never seemed to be anyone else around and we often made full use of our relative privacy. The rising water splashing on my inner thighs is what woke me up. It was spectacular, as the various shades of red light put on a show as only nature can. We got in the car and headed out towards the highway. I went over to the jukebox and put on ‘Wild Thing.’ As the song started to play, I got behind Debbie and started to run my fingers through her long, blonde hair.
