She’d fallen asleep on my chest. She is the most beautiful women. I just want her, listening to her breathing and thinking about what we did. She wa...ted it. She fucking wanted me. That one sentence ran through my head over and over again. What I wouldn’t give to fuck the shit out of her. I wanted her to remember this. I wanted this to be special. She moved slightly but relaxed again. I had brought her to her first orgasm of the day only an hour ago, the days still young. I have a whole world to. His tongue circled the outside of her areola until finally his whole mouth closed over her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth with increasing intensity. And his teeth slowly closed over her nipple. Rolling it between his teeth, he expertly bit down just enough to start hurting, but still making the overly sensitive nipple throb with pleasure. She marveled at his masterful technique, and it all felt like heaven to her. She couldn’t have told him how to do it any better. She felt a drip. Her orgasm was nice and long, but the feel of that hard plastic in her pussy somehow didn't feel quite as good as it had in the past. She got to sleep, but as she drifted off she was thinking about that nice, hot, soft/hard flesh of her brother's, lodged between her legs.She woke up in the middle of the night and she was ragingly horny. She thought about the hairbrush again, but it didn't hold the same fascination for her any more. She'd felt a hard penis on the outside of her pussy, and that. But she didn't like the splashing and the constant diving of the others worried her, so rather than nervously clinging to the edge, she waded out, stood still and drip dried for a couple of minutes and then resumed her relaxed position on the lounger. Peter pulled himself out of the water less than five minutes later."Want some more wine, this white's almost gone?" Yeah, I'll show you where it is." said Lauren, springing to her feet. Blood pounded in her head, black blotches from the sudden.