PLEASE!”“Please what?” Christine teasingly asked, while still hovering above me with the tip of her “clit” precariously placed against the t...robbing opening of my anus. “Please” I begged louder.“Say it” Christine said with a smile, “Say what it is that you want form me.”“Please…. Please fuck me!” I finally admitted, feeling defeated.With those words trailing out of my mouth and into Christine’s ears, she leaned in and sunk the entire length of her “clit” into me in one long, slow motion. I let. ”“My vagina?” she asked into my ear. “My breasts?”“All of you.” She wiggled excitedly under me, arms caressing my back, legs wrapped around behind me and gliding across my hamstrings and butt cheeks. Raising and lowering my hips, I felt my pecker slide out of and back into her easily. “seriously, mmmm your whole body feels good.”“All of you, too,” she whispered erratically. “Your penis, but all of you too.”After a couple more bouts of missionary-style sex, I sat her up and settled beside her,. Kneeling in front of the man, she unzipped his faded jeans and extracted his cock, smiling as she handled it. Holy fuck. Did his eyes deceive him? Was this actually happening?Outside, the rain continued to batter the window, as well as him, but he found that any urge to move away was easily silenced. His brain was trying to tell him to stop looking and walk away, but his eyes, as well as his body, were unwilling to listen to reason. His feet were glued to the spot as he saw her slowly start to. By six o'clock, we were hungry. I suggested a walk down the beach, and the girls agreed. Anna alerted her security force, and reinforcements were called in. We strolled down the beach, only we weren't very romantic, and no one held anybody else's hand. We even walked six or eight feet from the others.At the Beach Shack, I suggested we take an indoor table, and our friend the owner got us a booth all the way in the back near the kitchen where we couldn't be seen from the street or beach. We slid.