“Oh fuck!” was all she could whisper. I put my hand between her legs which she immediately flung wide apart so I could touch her freely. She was s...aking wet. Her cunt must have been dripping. In that she state I knew what she wanted – a good fucking. I got on top of her and slid my cock all the way inside her. I could feel her vagina gripping my cock as it slid inside. She groaned and sighed as she could feel me inside her - all the way in. I looked up, just as Ian was getting his cock into. I asked her if she wanted to suck my cock which she replied that she had never done it before. Just lick it then I said and if you feel like it then just pop it into your mouth. She got onto the bed and after getting herself comfortable she soon was licking my cock up and down and she was wanking me still albeit slowly. I could feel her tongue going up the sides and then I felt hot breathe on my bell end and then wetness and warmth together as she popped it into her mouth. No real sucking but. Neil brought us to a different, but equally secluded harbor. I was both surprised and disappointed, there was a sleek looking cigarette boat anchored in the harbor. As Neil eased us closer to the cigarette boat, two heads popped up, Glenn and Amy were waving to us. Neil tied up the yacht to Glenns boat, and dropped anchor. Of course this was all planned in advance, Glenn and Amys stuff was already in their stateroom. The afternoon, we relaxed, talked, and got to know Ron and Shyla better.. He’d realized a few hours ago that he hadn’t fed in days. His fingers wrapped tightly around the aluminum of the gutter and he smiled in feral glee as he heard the scream from below. ‘Right on time,’ he whispered to himself. He kicked off and plummeted to the concrete below, his boots making a near silent thud as he landed. He backed up into the shadows as the woman came scrambling past. He kept his gaze on her back and reached out taking the pursuer by the front of his shirt and slammed him.