“Everyone’s staring at me, Jake,” I hissed. “Well you’re something worth staring at, Sexy Amy,” he grinned and slipped his arm around my w...ist. “I feel awkward. Can I have my sun dress back?” Jake looked and sounded genuinely disappointed. “If you really want it. But you look amazing and…” “Please! I really want it. Please Jake,” I begged, turning my face and flagrantly exposed groin towards the sea and away from prying eyes. Jake smiled, shrugged and dropped to his knees on the sand. He opened. Her eyes watered but she still moaned when he once again thrust in and out of her, his abdomen slapping against her buttocks. The red marks from her earlier whipping burned with each contact, and she whimpered and cried, yet another orgasm slowly building. Each strain of her muscles and press of his cock into her centre caused her shoulders to twist and burn. His hands pressed down on the back of her shoulders, forcing her pelvis higher, and thrust fast and hard. As the pain built, the friction. Then, in the most blatant Sharon Stone/ Basic Instinct move ever made in real life, with her skirt that had "accidentally" been pulled up just enough, she spread her legs ever so slightly so that Bob could see her naked pussy above her thigh high stockings. Right there, practically at eye level, was her mature, hairy, black pussy. Bob was frozen in his tracks. He dropped the pen, sincerely and honestly by accident, but his lingering stare at the heaven between her thighs was anything but. Freddie stopped short of entering the house and looked around the garage. The boys were now hungry and wanted to ravish the refrigerator before getting down to the more serious business at hand. Freddie looked up and threw the rope over the rafter and then affixed a knot so that any movement on Debs part would cause the noose around her tender neck to tighten and then left her there in full view of anyone in the area as he joined his friends inside the house. After filling his belly Freddie.