After a few weeks of wearing them he wanted to share his passion with someone else but never thought of who it could be with. All he knew is that it h...d to happen soon. That when Donnie came into the picture... literally.. It all started innocently enough as Donnie was Taylor's neighbor who lived three houses up. Donnie and him would do everything together from build club houses to smoke a little weed here and there for a good laugh. Taylor would always wear panties when smoking. The one thing to be relied on in Barbuda was that the houses were safe. Not just some kind of honour among thieves. If a man robbed or raped another’s possession, where could he go? The last time it had happened – the thief and his wife (who was probably not really an accomplice, but that’s the way it goes), were dragged across the coral reef near the mouth of the harbour (another, natural, defence) and left naked on the razor sharp coral. Every step was agony, but to stay still was to be stung. Because we were a couple, men would come and sit in front and behind us. After a few minutes of watching the movie my hubby would start to run his hand up and down my stocking leg, getting higher each time. Little by little this would draw the attention of the men sitting around us. They would all start to look at what we were doing to see if I would be showing a quick glimpse of something. The men were able to see that I was wearing stockings, and a garter-belt, and this alone would get a lot. As soon as you are naked, you grab my hands and put them above my head and I am dying to have you inside me, aching for you. You are so much more controlled than I am, as you lick, bite and suck on my nipples, making me groan. My hips are moving and straining to get closer to your hot cock, my pleas are becoming incoherent and the only thing you can understand is your name being repeated over and over. Liam fuck me, Liam Liam please Liam please. Your finger enters me and is immediately met with.