He grabbed his jacket and said lets go. Whoa whoa whoa, right now? I was wearing a 5 o’clock shadow and probably a bit of more ragged clothes than...I should be to meet someone’s wife and propose watching her get proper fucked. Plus at this point I had a nice tipsy on from the beer and scotch. Paulie led the way. Told me to leave my motorcycle gear in his office, that their place was only a few blocks walk. Just long enough for me to wrap my head around, if I played this properly, what. I ran my tongue across it and Spectra moaned. That was all the encouragement I needed, and I pressed my mouth against it hard, licking and sucking, French kissing her back end with as much enthusiasm as I kissed the front. I reached my hand up to her pussy, sliding my thumb inside her and using my fingers on her clit. She moaned and called out "Princess" over and over until cumming for me a second time.As she caught her breath, I moved up her body and helped myself to several mouthfuls of her. "I don't have a camera."In an instant, Emma's hand shot under the shirt and came out holding the camera. Robbie made a grab for it, but was too slow, and Emma rolled backwards in the sand laughing.Robbie tried to stay calm. There were no rules against bringing a camera to the beach, and as long as she didn't look at the pictures already on the memory card, he would be in the clear."Oh, that camera," he said."Been a naughty boy, have you?" said Chayla, teasingly."I don't know what you mean.. "Max, tell me about it." Baby, I really didn't mean it to happen, but we'd just started rolling that pink paint onto Taylor's car. His dad must have heard us and he came running out in his bathrobe. He must have slipped or something, 'cause he fell and hit his head."Robyn was scared now. "Is he all right?... Max, answer me! Is Mr. Carry all right?"Max slowly brought his dark brown eyes to gaze into his girlfriend's bright blue ones. When he spoke he sounded sad and tired. "No baby, he isn't. I.