‘Don’t want to get this thing burnt, do we?’ was the excuse. It was glorious, making love out on the beach or in the surf, emulating Burt Lancas...er and Deborah Kerr but without costumes, and going all the way too. Within a week, were both golden brown and we darkened our skin even more over the following two weeks. It was paradise, and we said that we would do this every year, expensive though it was, it was well worth it. The sex was as vigorous as it had been at the school, my cock going up. The quiet is so welcoming after a day of challenges. My iPod is a welcome companion and I put on my earphones and select shuffle. A soft slow song starts off, its just easy listening with almost no effort from my part. As the beat of the music slowly breaks down the barriers in my mind it takes me somewhere else I go on the hunt of an elusive cup of coffee. I find the coffee flasks in the kitchen and manage to get a warm cup of joy for them. The brown sugar and the milk complements the flavor. “Our husband is going to be fucked within a millimeter of his life!” Kara giggled.“Oh, me too! Please!” Jessica giggled.“That last thing we added to your list has to wait until we get home. Steve thought bringing the toys to Stockholm was a bad idea.”Jessica laughed, “That one is going to be very interesting.”“Should we have some champagne? Or there are Cokes and 7-Ups on the table over there as well.”“Champagne, I think,” Jessica said.I gently disengaged myself from Jessica and Kara and I got. My hips began moving with more force and determination, “Joe still deep inna mi belly baby” I feverishly moaned. The sheer pain and pleasure of his resilient member I continued to impale myself with forced my body to collapse atop his but not enough to stop my hips from grinding slowly. My head rested next to his, as my breathing grew faster his arms coiled around my waist. He assumed control and rolled us into opposing position with his body now on top of mine; with this a surge of sexual.