A population of a few thousand in normal times, the seaside French village in southeast Corsica had little activity as Gene waited with Bridgewater in...the treeline running along a lesser hill overlooking the south end of the town. They could see the main port, which also wasn’t much of a port, more of a terminal for ferries connecting from Italy to the east. Nothing moved out on the water, though numerous boats were at anchor in the protected harbor, an area surrounded on three sides by land,. .. her mother would take a seat on the balcony of the two bedroom apartment *only 1 foot from the open bedroom window... I suspect Marina was just as aware as I was that her mom would come to listen to us fuck, have a smoke and usually finger herself to our squeaks and moans that were all too regular and predictable.tonight as I shoved my fat cock into my bitch in regular fashion - I was particularly turned on by the idea that her mom was “listening in”. So I got heavy with the “dirty talk” -. So, I let go of Walter's fat cock shaft and balls, and sat back in my chair and watched as it twitched and jerked, as if it was electrified; and I couldn't help but smile at my handiwork!"Oh, god, PLEASE!" Walter said, with his voice full of desperation and need. "PLEASE let me come, Master!"I remained leaning back against the folding chair, watching his deep-purple cock shaft and glans, glistening in the light with all the pre-cum he'd been heavily oozing, and I knew it was kind of mean for me. True it was only to be foreplay, but still I was excited about seeing some black stud working my wife's breasts as they made out. Little did I know or did she know what the night had in store for us. Amy and I dressed for our night out. She wore tight black skirt, quite short and a red top. Underneath she wore a sexy bra and panty both red and black shoes. Her legs are so smooth she never wears stockings. We ate dinner at a nice restaurant and then headed to the club. It was a bit smoky but a.