In a couple of hours we gathered our things for the long ride home. Sex But, that was the last summer Debbie and I shared together. In short order, I could feel her juices start to run down the side of my chin as her moans increased in both frequency and intensity. We soon came together as Debbie collapsed into my arms. I looked over at Debbie. Her golden blond hair never looked better than it did that morning spread out on the sand in the morning light. “Here, carry the sandwiches. Debbie answered the door wearing a rather sheer beach cover-up which barely concealed the white two-piece swimsuit underneath. After a while the tide had risen to the point where the waters were reaching all the way up to her womanhood. “Gary, you didn’t.” She answered. When it was over we lied there side by side for a while in the morning sun. A couple of beers later, our splashing and bobbing turned into a full-fledged game of one on one tag. You make everything groovy.”
I reached over and stroked her chin as I mouthed the words. 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.
