She didn't want to think about how far she would go with this game. It seemed to go further every time. A little more cleavage. A little more wine. A ...and on her ass as he walked her back to the car. Alan Johnson bending her over the desk in her office, and fucking her from behind.And it was as natural as all that. Yeah, I guess it's all a little contrived, but I hope you can forgive me. It's a sex story, after all, and I really wanted to get to the juicy parts. Then I could go on to write the. He hopped up, and smiled as Shelly pulled his face to hers for a short kiss, before kissing her way lower down. She worked her way across his pecks, abdomen, and then gracefully slipped her large soft lips around his cock. He groaned loudly, as he felt her tongue swirl around his head, remembering too late that he needed to be quiet. They were still in the school.Shelly looked up at him, and he found that she looked extremely sexy with him in her mouth, and looking up to meet his eyes. He left. I was now into day three. Armed with a pack, water-bottle and sandwiches supplied by the hotel I reached the beach a little before eleven. At first the beach was heavily occupied and like the day before many of the women were topless, however, the further I advanced towards the end of the beach, the less crowded it became. Only once did I pause and that was where a heavy breasted woman was bending over and as those melons swayed and wobbled I thought of the time when I had been 'tit fucked'. It. “Felicity, what kind of ice cream is this?”“Vodka ice cream.” Felicity replied.Isabella laughed out loud. “Like we need any more alcohol!” but she continued eating.What she thought was vanilla was actually coconut. The chocolate was at least what she expected. Felicity joined her and by the time they finished they were more drunk than ever. The dessert lifted their spirits as well as their exhaustion and the girls talked and laughed at whatever tickled their alcohol fueled brains.Suddenly.