She rubbed her cunt as my dick slammed into her pussy and she screamed her first orgasm. Dave never fucked me this good, come on lover. Fuck me harder... Fuck me stud. Fuck!!!!! she blurted out. I rammed my cock all the way in her wet pussy. I started to pull the length of my cock out slow, than slammed it all the way in. I was gripping her big monster tits. She was squirting milk on her carpet in front of the couch. I moved her left breast to her mouth. She could not get her nipple in her mouth. My fingers worked at the belt buckle as I quickly slid the wide leather band from his jeans, I could see the bulge straining against the denim and slowly unzipped the front. As I unzipped the dark blue material I could see a white cotton waistband and as the zipper parted the smooth tanned skin of his thighs. I tugged at the legs of his jeans and slid them down off his legs – muscular calves and thighs ending in a thick white cotton waistband and a tightly packed pouch below it. I stared and. "So, horny, are we?" she asked with a grin. I just blushed, although I thought to myself that I should definitely spend some time alone when we got back from the club. That shouldn't be too hard, as Sarah had made it clear that she wouldn't be sleeping with me tonight.Sarah drove to the club, which was called (ironically enough) "Arabian Nights." It was decorated all in pillars and filmy, dr****g fabric, and was probably supposed to look like a Sultan's palace, although I don't know how closely. We arrived in St Helier and found our hotel the Swanston of course back then we shared a room, we booked in and first chance we got went out on the piss trying the local brew Mary Anne Keg though cheap it tasted like gnats piss. Of course all the drink on Jersey was duty free and we started to save as much tax as we could our first day of sightseeing consisted of as many bars as we could find. That night we returned to the hotel drunk as lords and single which we repeated the second night.