Staci sighed again as a burst of pleasure slipped from her pussy. She groaned, then suppressed, not wanting to be loud even if no one was in. Abbi cou...d come in anytime. Her fingers were grinding and slipping against her pussy which was producing its own moisture. The sight of her fingers entering her open vagina was turning her on, more than she thought it would. She played with her breasts a little more, enjoying the feeling of them. She squeezed tightly as her fingers struck new depths. She. As they looked at each other, we saw ancient encouragements flashing back and forth. On the surface, they had come here for some fun at the pier. Underneath that, biological destiny had sent them searching– for us, it seemed. Authoritative, but sympatico, men who obviously enjoyed their company and were not at all threatening. Men with experience and success in the world, who would not stifle their own creative urges, but would encourage them. In ancient terms, chiefs of the tribe, men who. I wake up startled in the now nearly cold water and reach for my now warm wine and take a long sip. Knock, Knock, Knock. Oh for gods sake who the bloody hell is that? I wrap a towel around myself and open the door. ‘Hello again.’ ‘Paul, what do you want?’ ‘Now that’s not very neighborly of you Steph, I’ve come for an apology and to invite you round for dinner, looks like I picked a good time too, that look really suits you.’ ‘What? Look Paul I don’t know who you think you are but if you think. You eased me onto the bed, crawling on top of me and pulling off your shirt. You pressed down onto me, our chests meeting, and the feeling of skin-on-skin contact was intense for us both. I cried out and you groaned as my nipples brushed your chest, and you looked into my eyes hungrily as you leaned in to kiss me once again, this time with a renewed fury. I ran my hands desperately over your shoulders and arched into you, my body begging for more, and you reached down and removed my skirt and.