” “What’s the secret?” “Topless.” Greg didn’t want to sound too forward and tell her that the beach was in fact ‘clothing optional.’...“Oh, I see. Have you been there?” “Oh yes, many times.” “Then you’ve seen it all before. You won’t be shocked if I get comfortable.” And with that, she calmly reached behind her back, unclasped her bra and tucked it into her bag. Her naked tits were firm and beautifully shaped, with broad aureolas and upright nipples. There were no pale sections to be seen. He was large black man, with grey hair, balding noticeably at the front. He had a cheerful expression on his face, and his big belly pushed against his shirt.“And how old are you, girl?” he asked, moving a little closer to her and looking around at the nicely-furnished sitting-room. “Eighteen,” said Lotte, smiling shyly.“Yes, Billy told me. Well, I am a little bit older than you.” He laughed, now very near Lotte, almost touching. “I am one of Billy’s oldest friends. Sixty-years old, in. She rushed to the shower, and lathered up. She ran her hands over her soapy, snow white 34C boobs, and slipped a finger into her slit as she scrubbed her pussy. She grabbed the razor, shaved her long white legs and trimmed her bright red bush. She knew Cliff would be pounding her pussy later that morning so she might as well have it looking fresh and neat. She dried off and headed to her walk-in closet to pick out her outfit. She knew if she didn’t wear something sexy, Cliff would be even more. " You said you wanted me to stop," I replied. " No, God no, please make me cum," she begs. She feels one hand on her ass. She wiggles her hips and spread her legs trying to incite me further. She feels me lifting her skirt up exposing her ass to the sun, one hand slipping underneath her thong and spearing her rectum. She squirms up the car trying to escape the probing finger. I grab her hip with the other hand holding her tight, my finger lodging deep in her ass. She turns her head and moans ".