Now hands were running a warm wet cloth over my cock and the burning sensation was gone. A string was instead wound around my balls and the base of m... cock. They were wound tighter and tighter and just as the cock in my ass began to slide out, soft hair slid sensually over my abs and then my cock felt the moist pleasure of a mouth, swallowing me!! A few seconds later, my cock was pulsing into the moist piece of heaven as the tip of my cock became wedged in the throat of the woman.It was then. ’ She said, munching her way through it. ‘What are your plans for today? Miles asked her. ‘I have nothing of importance planned, why do you ask?’ ‘I was wondering, how would you like to spend the weekend at the beach?’ ‘What do you mean? We are only a few kilometres from the beach here, aren’t we?’ ‘Yes, but these beaches are so crowded. I prefer something a little more secluded.’ ‘Where did you have in mind?’ ‘I have a beach house at Palm Beach, at the northern end near Barranjoey. I was taken to a swingers party one night, by a guy old enough to be my father. I had met him in a bar called the ‘Pineapple’ and after an evening discussing sex, he offered, and I accepted. There were six couples, all in the same age range, so I was the baby and immediately the most popular, and the wives and partners of the men were all for their man having a pop at me. So we all introduced ourselves to one another, and I am sure most knew each other from previous meetings, but like I said,. ” This woman was wearing a name tag that had a picture on it, and the name, “Jill Ryan-Mitchell”.“I’m Lacey Cragg,” said the palpable prosecutor, who was dressed in a skirt that fell to a point three inches above her knees, and a silk blouse in an African print that was tucked into the waistband of the skirt, seeming to advertise the size of her breasts. Bob happened to know the stockings she had on were held up by a garter belt, because he’d helped her put it on. It was the first time she’d.