One part of her says she should feel a little guilty. But the other part revels in the experience of fucking another man. After all, her husband encou...aged her fantasies. He didn’t do anything to stop her or Kurt.She stretches and feels the warmth of the sun on her body. She relives the thrill of having both men take turns with her. She fantasizes about other men on the boat fucking her.She rejoins the men at the stern. Dave retrieves a non-alcoholic juice drink for her. Marsha stands next to. It was all so real...by the time I realized it wasn't a dream, I could feel her ready to explode inside my mouth, so I figured what the fuck, why stop short of the finish line.I felt the bottom of her cock throb against my tongue and I knew what was cumming. Worse still...I wanted it...needed it even. In that single moment I needed it more than my dignity, my manhood, or my freedom. I felt a wet burst inside my mouth as she unleashed a full load into my ravenous maw. I felt it tingling on my. I sucked both of them alternatively. It was awesome. Her moans were increasing in turn increasing my intensity to suck it more. Later on she insisted me to suck her pussy. I was ready for it and in one go I ate her pussy. Sucked it till she bust up with her juices. She came in few seconds and drank all her juices. But I didn’t give up sucking.I just want her to bust up for the second time and feel the pleasure. I love giving pleasure to girls more than expecting the same from them. Her moans. Mrs Bennet recoiled at the sentiment, “You are a strange one Mr D’arcy if you prefer to shoot birds when my girls wish nothing more than to whisk you upstairs and to please you.” “I meant by playing the Pianoforte of a game of whist perhaps? Eiza suggested.“Oh thank the lord I thought you wished to conjoin,” Mr D’Arcy added.“No, not with you in any case,” Miss Eliza explained.“Then for once we are in agreement, excellent,” Mr Darcy agreed, “But tell me if that is the case why are your teats.