I may need to fuck you a bit faster and harder, for your dessert to be ready by then.”“Let me finish eating first, then you can fuck me faster and...harder, for my desert to be ready for me to eat.”Sandy and I kept eating, and I kept rocking back and forth with every fork full of food that I reached for, which kept my cock going in and out of her pussy.As we finished eating, I noticed that Sandy still had a slice of toast left on her plate, “Are you going to eat your toast sexy?”“As soon as you. That is what she had grown used to feeling. She hadn't prepared herself for the time when she would look up and he would really be there for her to see.Those who were present to watch her reaction at seeing her husband again, after his long absence, were not disappointed. She dropped the stirring stick right into the stew that she had been tending, and stood up and ran into the open arms of her man. In a display of affection that would normally be thought somewhat scandalous and unseemly,. ’ she moaned as my tongue opened her lips wider, my nose rubbed against her clit, as I lapped up her juices. Jean rested one hand on the top of my head, I lifted her knees exposing her little brown ass hole, I now licked Jean from ass to clit repeatedly. Jean threw her head back as her first orgasm washed over her. As she recovered, I slipped a finger inside her. Jean lifted my head up; she was panting as I slowly moved my finger. She held me there looking at me, ‘put two in... and finger me. The girl... Lisa is that what he had called her? She was wearing a bikini, sarong and sandals. She was young, tall, with nice curves and brown hair.After they had passed Zed's hiding spot he followed them down to the beach. Zed hid behind some rocks 10 feet from where they had stopped on the sand. The man sat the bag down and unzipped it. He motioned to Lisa and she walked over beside him. The man took out a blind fold and placed it over her eyes. Then he took out three pieces of rope.He.