Concerned, he asked, ‘Don’t what?’ ‘Don’t talk about that now,’ she implored, staring sadly into his eyes. ‘I’m sorry,’ he told her....‘I won’t bring it up again.’ She nodded, but some of her enthusiasm had dimmed. ‘Want to walk on the beach for a little while?’ she asked when they were back at the Hale Koa. ‘Sure,’ he readily agreed. The night was warm and wonderful. Waikiki was less crowded on the last day of the weekend. ‘Let’s go up and drop this stuff off.’ He took his own potty break and. ’ Wrapping her legs around my v .wall she mounted. Thrusting hard. Fucking me in fire like heat. Lapping my vagina ,s wetness. With kisses. And suckling the wet tip of my slit. Biting into my nipple gently. And nipping at my curls. She began pulling my nipple with her fingers...twisting my nipple gently... squeezing my tit..with her fingertwisting.. twirling.. kissing my breast.massaging my breast. Biting my nipple as the rubbing increased and the oral sex intensified. Her orgasm exploded in. . you get the picture.It all started out so innocently. Me, and Ron, along with our friends King Berger, and Whyte Kassel, had decided to drive out to MIS for the NASCAR race they have out there every year on Father’s Day.As usual it was a fun outing. We got pit passes and got to see all the cars and some of the drivers before the race. Some of those guys were so nice that they seemed to be just regular guys. I got Jimmy Johnson’s autograph.Others were so intense it was scary. I barely got out. Darling Petulance looked thoroughly cheesed off. Her wrists were once more handcuffed behind her back. She was naked. She was controlled by Terry’s firm grip in her hair. ‘We grabbed her on her way out,’ said Dorinda. ‘She’s a really terrible girl,’ said Terry. Pettie Corbin said nothing. She looked scared. ‘She tried to kick us in the same place,’ Terry explained. ‘But it’s not quite the same with girls…..’ ‘I’d like to shove a red hot poker up yours!’ Petulance said tenderly. Terry shook her.