Alice whined and tried to tuck her bottom under. But her will to resist was very weak now. With Lee's tongue slavering her nipple, she couldn't think straight. She let out a pent-up breath and let her thighs relax. Lee eased his finger down into the mushy folds and lightly petted the closed hold of her clit. Even through the protective flap of flash, Alice felt her secret spot pulse as the friction got to it. The clit flesh stiffened, rose like a bud from the flaps that covered it. Another rush of slickness seemed to come just in time to thoroughly wet Lee's fingertip. And then he was touching the turgid head of her clitoris, rubbing it back and forth as she lurched in the hot sand and clung to his back with both hands. His tongue washed her nipple with a steady, sucking movement now.

"Ohhhh, Lee! Stop! You must stop it!"

"Baby, I can't."

"Lee, I can't think straight. It feels so good!"

"Touch me!" he sighed.

"No!"

"Come on. I'm touching you!"

"Lee! I-I just don't want to."

"But why not?"

Alice didn't know why not. And as she tried to think of an answer, Lee grabbed her wrist and pulled a hand down between his thighs. She had kept her body back away and hadn't yet felt the hot hardness of his prick. Now her palm was forced against something velvety soft. Underneath the softness was a rigidity that shocked her. And behind that knobbed swell was the hardest flesh she'd ever touched in her life. It felt like it had a bone inside it though she knew of course that it didn't.