We separated to different rooms to change into clothes for an afternoon sail. On top, I put on a tight white half T-shirt which was cut off just below...my bra-less boobs, which displayed my toned flat stomach nicely. On the bottom, I wore a tight tan leather skirt that stopped at mid-thigh. On my feet, I simply wore tennis shoes. I applied neither make-up nor jewelry, but I did slather on some sun-block lotion. I put my hair into a ponytail. Then I packed a large beach bag with a number of items. Then suddenly there is a noise—laughter. She peers out through the crack to see a young woman sucking on an older man’s cock with her full breasts hanging down beneath her, swaying in time to her motions. The man’s face is contorted in pleasure and his hands are grabbing at the back of her head.From what Morgan can see she assumes the man is some kind of executive while the woman is a secretary. Some part of her tells her that she is right, that she recognizes them but she can’t quite put a. It was obvious that from where he was standing, her cunt was fully visible, her patch of auburn hair, golden in the sun, open to view. He turned towards the sea, and for a while stood still, watching the waves gently lapping against the beach and the rocks. I was in a dilemma: should I make it clear that I wanted him to move, or should I allow him to continue to admire the view - and I don’t mean the sea view! But you know me, I thrive on other men admiring my wife, and if this was more. All I could do was hope, "Pleeze let me get waited on by the Latina!"Call it alignment of the planets, but I drew the lucky number. I approached the counter and Jenn greeted me with a smile as bright and big as her eyes. "How are you today, sir!" I could have been put off by the "sir" thing, but was not. "I'm having a great day, and now it's even greater!" She smiled again and said, "Thank you!" For one so young, she did not miss the meaninig of my comment, and she took it as a compliment.We.
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