A little bit of nervousness just made it that much more exhilarating. She had to admit that once she got over her initial nervousness, she was loving ...eing naked on this beach. Loving being touched by her hard husband, and loving being filmed! I wanted to jump on my wife and fuck her right in front of everyone, especially our friendly cameraman! However I restrained myself and decided I would apply some suntan lotion to her. I started at her feet and slowly moved my hands up to continue rubbing. I turned away from him, bent over, and dropped my panties. "Now come over here," he said. I did. I straddled him on the sofa. He put his hands on my hips, and I began to give him a little lap dance, grinding down, not too hard, on that cloth-covered cock. I'm sure he could feel how hot and wet my pussy was. "Now take it out."I don't know how I managed to not do exactly what he told me that second, but I wasn't going to give in quite that easily. I slid down him, rubbing my breasts down his. One of the women was lying across two guys on a sofa - kissing one as the other one was working her panties off of her - and the other one was pulling one of the guys out the door leaving me alone with ten horny drunk guys. Hey - two, maybe three, but ten? No way!!! It was time to say my good goodnights. Two guys left with me and things got friendly on the elevator (what is it with those elevators?). When they asked me to get off on their floor it seemed like a good idea and the next three. Any man she took would not have her full attention. Alayne knew she wouldn't be bringing her complete self to the act; to fail to do so was to bring shame to herself and the Goddess.When the dancing began Alayne allowed herself to be dragged into it, tried to lose herself to the pounding of the drums and the heated turn of bodies around her; she prayed that the wine she consumed would aid in drowning out the fervour in her blood.Alayne wasn't aware of how long she danced, only of the rhythm of.