I am completely shaved so I feel aroused even before undressing. I have gone for a bit of a wet leather look with a tight, black shiny, leather corset...which pushes my large breasts to attention and matching leather g-string. Not so easy to swim in so I have to remove the corset for my dip. During the previous summer I had become accustomed to masturbate on the beach in view of Chris. It was quite common for me to come at least 3 times an afternoon but I never received any photographs of me. Jarod's attentionlingered on me for only a moment longer before he helped Steph out ofthe car."Ack, what's this?" Jarod grimaced shaking a clear liquid from his handonce my friend was standing beside the car with us. Steph held a waterbottle that she must have taken out of her purse."Sorry, this might have leaked a little. It's just water, you'll beswimming in it soon enough," she apologized. Jarod laughed it off anddid not seem to think any more about it, but I knew better."Is that so?" Jarod. Fatima had been a pre-teen again, back home in Syria before the uprisings, before ISIS. Her home was a hydroponics farm, her family growing barley, tomatoes, onions, and melons commercially and figs for their own use.But in her dream her family was growing pumpkins, and in a corner of the farm one pumpkin in particular had grown to be monstrously large. Surprisingly no one else in her family seemed to care, and as the dream progressed the pumpkin started talking toFatimawhen no one else was. Just gentle pushing in and out, rhythmical action, that caused me to match him stroke for stroke, push by push. Then it happened! He was ready to come and my orgasm was just waiting for his juicy signal. "Ready. Go," he said and I felt the strong surges of his hot cum shoot into my cunt and spurt by spurt I was driven into temporary ecstasy by his love pump. I could hear the slurping noises as I became wetter with each spurt of his semen. The sound spurred me on to more effort. I was in.