He handed me a face tissue and told me to use it as a plug to keep the load of cum and butter in as lube for the other fucks. By my satisfied grin, he...already knew I enjoyed myself and was going to earn the extra money on the trip back. He also gave me a couple of pats of butter and told me to re-lube my hole before the guys started to fuck me. When we left the Playland and got on the ferry, Chris wasted no time setting up his deck chair and blanket in the same area as before but told the guys. I regain my position in front of him, he goes to kiss me, his lips soft and gentle despite the scent of chlorine that polluted the air, I move my hand up his back following the dips that form round his spine, so smooth and athletic, his shoulders so broad and strong, I run my fingers up his head, his hair wet and sliding in my fingers I gently grip as we embrace further. I move my tongue and run it along his, soft yet squishy tongue whilst we snog, his hands moving over my hips start to wander. My knees wanted to drop to the ground. My legs wanted to open but there I was looking at clothes as my cunt was coming and clenching again and again.To get the satisfaction I needed I grabbed a couple of things at random and headed for the changing rooms. I went into the cubicle, pulled the curtain and stripped naked, I had to be naked, nothing else would do. I even took my sandals off to be barefoot. I sat on the chair and began to rub my clit and pinch one of my very engorged nipples.My cunt. "So whachou gonna do later?" asked Cricket, as he drove her to his apartment."Nothin'," replied Sheryl, as nonchalantly as she could. She thought about seeing Shawn, and tried not to smile but she couldn't help herself.Cricket caught the look, and grinning back at her, he said, "You're gonna see Shawn ain'tcha."It was more of a statement than a question, and Sheryl coyly replied, "Mmm, Maybe."Cricket's grin broadened. "Yeah, you're gonna see Shawn alright. I bet yer gonna give him some, too,.