Mark said he loved the tight French braid Bethany had done for me.Bethany was in her pale blue one-piece swimsuit and matching cover-up that almost pe...fectly matched her eyes. She wore white flip-flops and had her brown hair pulled back in a loose ponytail with a white scrunchy. I swear her ass looked amazing in her swimsuit. It was perfectly rounded like a pair of apples, and her narrow hips barely swelled out at all from her slim waist.Before we’d begun having sex, I’d noticed her body and. She moaned at the same time parting her legs just a bit so that she could settle herself on the huge cock that seemed to be growing even larger. Then she tightened her thighs around it, sliding her butt hack against his rock hard belly.She felt her shaven triangle tickling from butt rested against the hard root of a penis (?), where it sprung solidly and clenched her thighs once again, holding onto support, she felt the lightest touch of warm lips against her ears. Shiver raced along her spine,. She gave the chain connecting them a tug to see if they were secure. Once again, I winced.Then she moved down and started eating his cum out of my pussy. She was very good at it. It didn’t take long until I was on the verge of yet another orgasm, but just before I came, she stopped.As she crawled off the bed, the investor snapped his fingers again (he apparently liked that) and pointed for me to stand in the middle of the floor. There was a knock on the door and Greta went to answer. There was. When we finished the meal and left the dance floor for the last time to return to the car, we noticed a full moon shining over the warm gulf waters. She pulled my hand towards the water and we walked along the beach with the moon overhead shining on both the water and the white sands of the beach. She took her heels off and I carried them as we walked hand in hand along the beach. The sea breeze was warm and caressing. The smell of the salt air was invigorating. The presence of her small hand.