The whole table was rocking. Was I sucking that hard? I didn’t care. I could feel myself building up for another. Pierre pulled away from my mouth a... I gripped the sides of the table. The table was still rocking. My hips were rising again. My breathing became faster and more erratic as I opened my eyes again to see Jessie slamming my cunt. Pierre went to work diddling my swollen clitoris. I looked beyond Jess to see how Hubby was holding up. I wondered. Did he ever get his little cock up again?. “This is the boyfriend?” Rita asked, her eyes glowing from the phone.“He’s not my boyfriend.”“Girl, lock him down,” she said, tapping through his pictures. “He’s got a total runner’s body. I’m lucky if I can get Brian to eat a stick of celery.”“Just give him a blowjob. He’ll eat anything you want. Even you,” Addie said, pulling out a compact mirror from her bag. She blotted around her nose and temples with a tissue.“Why don’t things like this ever happen to me?” Rita asked, going back years in. Since the female-superior position was new to her, she spent a couple of minutes experimenting with different techniques, searching for a sweet spot that would allow clitoral stimulation when she rocked her hips. From time to time she would rise up on her knees until I barely remained inside her and then plunge back down sharply. ‘Oh God, I love this!’ she exclaimed as her arousal became apparent to us both and she began to move with greater purpose. Reaching forward, I grasped her slim hips. It was very disappointing to Erica when the rub-down ended.The girls walked down to the water, gradually letting their bodies get used to the cold temperature. They both laughed when they realized their bikinis did nothing to hide their hard nipples. They splashed around for a while and decided to do some sun-bathing. They spread out their towels and closed their eyes for about half an hour."Well look what washed up on shore." said a strange new voice, who's owner blocked their sun. Erica.