All I can do is grin sheepishly and groan. "Don't move,” you say as you slip off your shoes. Walking over to me you pull up your skirt, exposing you... shaved cunt to me. Placing a foot on either side of my head and then kneeling, you sit on my face. I eagerly lick at your slit, pushing my tongue into your soft folds. I sigh with pleasure as the stress of your day leaks away. For a bit you simply let me lick and slurp at your warmth. Then, not wanting me to feel neglected, you push my hand out. ”Bambi suddenly appeared to catch the meaning. “Fuck,” she said.“You’d be doing a lot of that ... and sucking too,” Wendy said.I guess we’d saved them twice.With over 800 miles to go, the girls decided that an all over tan would be nice, so they joined Inkeri on the bow.Our hood ornaments were entertaining all the way to Tahiti Nui and Papeete, where we reported to Customs. We cleared but were sent to the Coastal Patrol.They wanted to speak to the girls.What they said was, “We want to speak to. Then I started to spank her with my hand. First lighter spanks, then harder and harder spanks. I always like to see a woman’s bottom turn nice and red, when I have finished her spanking. I was also spanking her all over her poor naughty bottom. From her upper thighs to the small of her back.“Stand up and take off that dress.” I said. “It’s getting in the way of your spanking.”Vivian answered with “Yes, Sir,” and then stood up and obediently, took off her dress.Now I could see Vivian’s nice and. . then it came to me. Swinson! She was galloping the horse across the turf, clods flying from the horse's hooves. She must have noticed me as she turned the horse's head and headed in my direction. I waited as she brought the horse down from its gallop to walking pace, turning into wide circles to calm the beast. The horse seemed unhappy not to be galloping, shaking its head and pawing the ground. She leaned forward in the saddle and patted the horse's neck. "Come on, Drummond, there's a good.