He was surprised to find her up and about at such an early hour and admired her youthful ass peeking at him from underneath the tee shirt she was wear...ng. If he hadn't already planned this dive he would gladly stay in and participate in what he knew would be a full day of sexual fun. He switched on the television to catch the weather and noted that the forecast called for rain the next two days. He'd have to monitor that, diving in the rain wasn't an issue, it was the oceanic conditions that. I was happy to oblige. With both hands wrapped around his shaft, one above the other, I could more easily take all of the rest of his length into my mouth with out gagging and choking. I worked him over that way for several minutes. Then he reached down and pulled away one of my hands and pushed down on my neck harder. This left at least 8 inches of cock that he was trying to push into my throat!I relaxed turning myself over to him, still keeping one hand around his shaft as he worked his cock. . Arced several spurts of semen on to the floor behind the toilet, his body quivering with orgasm. Shelia was knocking on the door again. He was struggling to shove his wilting cock back into his trunks and grunted a reply.He knew he was blushing when he opened the bathroom door. Regardless, his eyes were immediately drawn to her cleavage, a deep valley of flesh that was in no way concealed by her bathing suit top. Not quite a bikini top... At forty-seven you just can't wear what you did at. He opened it up and poured some between my legs. Then he reached between my legs and started to rub it in."Oh you're so wet for me." He was fantasizing the oil was me! Oh God, what a sick bastard, I thought. He probed me until I felt him push a fingerinside me. Then another, then another, until he had four fingers inside me. I felt the tears rolling down my face. There was some pain, but the humiliation was the worst."You're such a whore. Such a wet cunt you have."He called me his fuck pig. I.