Roland had his admirers, too, but, by and large, the women were a lot cooler about it than the guys. Then again, maybe some of the guys who were troop...ng by weren't there to see Tess.The day Roland left, we had a wonderful lunch, in his honor, at our favorite semi-outdoor bar and grill in Phillipsburg. The French side had the nude beach at Orient, but I thought the Dutch side, on the whole, was more fun. If you could avoid the ubiquitous real estate types, selling island timeshares, you could. Miss Dawkins kept the same strength of stroke each time but wasn't surprised when Mrs Stone's cries were more controlled than the first few. She supposed that Mrs Stone was getting used to the pain. After all, it was sex. Just as the couple of schoolgirls, she caned who she thought enjoyed the pain and found it arousing. Pain and sex so often went together she knew. Miss Dawkins rested after six strokes and rubbed Mrs Stone's bottom. She never did that with the schoolgirls, but caning Mrs. He was thrilled that his wife was offering to don a skimpy bikini and walk the crowded beaches with him. It excited him on several levels. However, that familiar black one-piece was still featured in many of his best fantasies. It looked absolutely fantastic on Stacy.He tried his luck at honesty, "Honey, you know how much I like that black one. It's just absolutely perfect on you."Stacy raised an eyebrow and just looked at him for several long seconds, letting her husband sweat. "So you don't. Every flick sent another sensation to her she was not expecting. He thrust his tongue inside her a couple of times and it enticed her to have him enter her even more. She could not wait, she even begged him in a whisper “push your cock inside me. I cannot take it anymore”.He did as she asked. He was enjoying lapping up her juices, but could not take another second of feeling her warmth on his tongue instead of his dick. He though about a condom, but she did not say anything. So he said “fuck.