As Tracey got closer and closer to where he lived he started smelling smoke in the air. As he pulled into his own street he realized with a sickening ...orror that that smoke was coming from his own home.Tracey’s car screeched to a skidding halt as he leapt out to see billows of black smoke fuming out of the back windows in large thick plumes.“VANESSA! VANESSA!” Tracey screamed. “VANESSA! CAN YOU HEAR ME?”Tracey looked down the side of the house and saw that her car was there so he knew she must. Indians generally don’t go for a massage on the beach whereas foreigners just love Indian oil massage.I was enjoying watching one of the gals getting massaged by a hawker and then went swimming again. While in the sea I noticed that lady and the massage guy were not there in the shack. I discovered them going to other shack at the end of the beach near the rocks. I thought they need more privacy to make more moves.I utilized this time. I went to the other lady who was sitting alone as her. " Have you ever tried my panties on?" Yes..." How sweet. I'll bet I know your favorite."I closed my eyes, rocking to the rhythm of Wendy's hand. It seemed like she was going to let me come."You like those white lacy ones that tie over the hips with those little pink bows."Wendy didn't have to see my face to sense my surprise."You weren't quite as careful as you thought, Tim. Why do you think I have you running around here in that itsy-bitsy little bikini bottom? That's what it is, after all.. And, she put her leg up over my hip and was rubbing against me, then, whispered in my ear, "I want you to fuck me, Chad. I know it's okay with Russ. I want you inside me," and kissed me again.Me? Me? Unbelievable. She has a handsome husband with a bigger dick than I've got and she wants me to do it to her? Then she began pulling me, leading me up over her and between her legs. I got on my knees, up over her, my dick trembling with anticipation and anxiousness, as I moved toward her. She reached.