." I pushed in a little deeper. Her nails dug into my back, which caused me to plunge my hips forward and then my cock was all the way into her. She g...ve out a small scream and hugged me tightly. She slowly moved her hips giving little gasps as she could feel me deep inside her. She was so tight in there I was sure she would cut of the blood flow to my cock. I began fucking her ass, gently at first but soon I was pounding it hard. It felt soooo damn good! Freeda was biting her lip trying to. ‘Why don’t you start a fire Jakey, I mean Jacob…’ Amy teasingly suggested as she filled Brooke’s mug with more liqueur. ‘We have some butterscotch schnapps too. It’s heavenly with the Kahlua and coffee.’ ‘Oh, umm, I don’t know. I’m already feeling a bit tipsy,’ Brooke confessed. ‘Don’t be silly! We are on vacation now,’ Amy got up and fished the schnapps out of the duffel bag she had yet to unpack. Minutes became hours and day became night as the couples warmed themselves by the fire,. You don’t want to be the one who gets a nasty sunburn where the sun don’t normally shine.”A hand went up. “Carol, right?”“Yes. What about bathrooms?”“The Island Parks Department maintains a few porta-potties just below the parking lot. The bus has toilet paper if needed. You can use the ocean if you have to pee. When the pool is the Atlantic Ocean the pool rule about peeing is not needed. Or go in the grass behind our tent after its setup.”“The beach and bus are clothing optional. But we don’t. It definitely didn’t look anything like the olive trees that I’d seen on my vacations in southern France during my service years. It was a gnarled, stunted growth that was virtually bare of growth. The only reason I knew that it was an olive tree was because some of the fruit on it had survived the winter. The fruit was withered and rotten, but close examination of what I found and a few pits lying on the ground told me what it was. Intrigued I pointed it out to the others.My companions had.