They didn’t bother to close the door so by the time they were ready for the beach I was growing hard as I anticipated another night with Choral. When I returned to him, we burned the joint without conversation, but my mind was churning overtime. Before I was fully aware of what the hell she was doing, she sat across my lap and pounded down on me. Our next trip would be Daytona Beach and Choral had been bugging the crap out of me to convince Jeff to take Wanda and her on the trip. She would sit straight for a few miles then rest forward and wrap her arms around my stomach closer to my crotch than my chest with her tits burning holes in my back. I managed to get her into a grief counseling group with me and in a few months, she calmed down, but that first year after her mother passed away was almost a death blow to her, and our relationship.
