The feeling of your body pressed against mine, the sound of your breaths, the touch of your hands on my back. I pull away for a moment to take off my ...hirt and toss it to the side. I giggle when I catch your eyes on my cleavage. I picked out my favorite bra for this occasion, but it won’t be here for long. My hands go to your hips, and I raise your shirt up so you can take it off. I kiss you again as your hand fumbles at my bra clasp. You unclip it, and I let it fall to the floor. I pull you. I truly am sorry!” I apologized again. “Are you here by yourself?” “Yeah, and sure. I’ll have a rum and coke.” She replied, loosening up. I introduced Max, and ordered her drink and a couple of beers. For a while we just sat and drank and danced in our seats. Her guard slowly came down, and now she focused on us; first on Max, whom she devoured with her eyes, then me. She bit her lower lip, and gently traced the outline of her large breast with her right index. Her legs started quivering and she was moaning to the point of screaming. I started going faster and faster. Juices started pouring out of her ass and pussy. "OH MY FUCKING GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD!" She screamed then collapsed on the ground (my hands still in her asshole) I started thrusting again. She started moaning and convulsing on the ground. "DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!" She yelled at the top of her lungs! (How no one heard us I'll never know.) Her on the ground with her ass up in the air. I. The day of their departure arrived, and packing their things into two grips, they nervously waited for the taxi that the travel company had said they would send to take them to the airport for the long fourteen hour flight to South America, where they would take a local flight to their final destination. The taxi pulled into the courtyard and, now with churning stomachs, they went to load their luggage into the boot. The driver said it was all part of the service to do that for them and.