Her hand ceased its stroking almost immediately, yet her tongue continued its teasing for just a moment more. Finally the pleasure of her torture ended, and she mounted me with a sudden passion. Every inch of me was quickly inside her still soaked pussy. She began riding me with a slow pace. My hands traveled up to her breasts, and softly squeezed them. Her response was a soft moan which delighted my ears, and her pace began to slowly quicken. Her moans began to take on a quality I can only describe as similar to a purr, which I had come to take as a warning of her nearing orgasm. I felt her pussy tighten and was lost in my own orgasm. After a moment we both lay against each other, her head resting on my chest. Her soft whisper still echoes in my mind whenever I think of the beach and that night of passion... .....