He chuckled and tossed the burning end of his cigarette at the water, watching as the sputtering ember struck the sand, then went out. "There's some things in life you want to do by yourself, I guess. Now that we're financially stable, I can look your old man in the eye. I've got a sense of self-respect."

"Dad always respected you," Jane firmly protested from where she lay stretched out on her side next to him. "He knew you worked your way through college. He understood how you struggled. But now that you've made it, why don't you relax a little?"

She breathed a sigh of relief when Bob laughed softly and, reaching around her waist, gently pressed his hands against the warmth of her back. "I'm trying to relax," he said, running his fingers down the length of her back and resting his hand just above the smoothly curving swell of her buttocks for a moment.

Jane lifted an arm and brushed aside a strand of silvery blonde hair that fell lazily across her forehead. "Don't worry about it," she said in a sympathetic tone. "We both had our problems and it's our business during the next few weeks to forget."

Bob nodded, indicating that he thought they understood each other. He raised himself from the blanket, moving to the fire that had dwindled to a few glowing coals, and Jane looked up at his tanned muscular shoulders and back, then dropped her eyes to the length of her barely covered body that was golden brown in the softly diminishing light. She could feel a warm sensation tingling in her breasts and sending tiny pulses of pleasure through her stomach into her groin when she thought of his body close to hers. She felt aroused at the thought of holding his hot thick cock in her hands and his strongly thrusting member pushing into her moistly flowering vagina, and she hoped that she would be able to give herself to him without any of the complications of their previous lovemaking.

"That log should go for a good two hours," Bob said with a professional air, spreading himself out beside her on the blanket again.