.. Gooooooodddddddd Daaammmmmn! I’m cummming, cumming, cumming, do you feel it Pam?”“Oh, Sweet Jesus, Richard, where is all this coming from? Yo...r balls must be completely drained to give me so much cum. I love you!”I kept thrusting, but started to lick her tits, trying to get it all inside my mouth. I was so turned on; I couldn’t stop thrusting inside her. She was having orgasm after orgasm, as I was near another explosion.I felt a hand squeezing my balls ... Cassie!“Yeah, Cassie—keep doing. "Oh, I see Mr. Grown Man. I'm glad you are really embracing this freedom to drink." Mom signaled to the beach boy and ordered some food and some more margaritas. We sat in the shade and enjoyed the beach while sipping the strong cool drinks. I did my best, of course, to reign in my peaking as much as possible.Eventually I grew more comfortable, or more buzzed, and relaxed. From one corner of the beach near the resort we heard the bass sounds of club music and looked over to notice some people. After a few moments he backed off just enough to undo his belt and lower his pants. My hand never lost touch with his cock. It felt so big. I immediately pictured it inside my pussy. It was hot and wet and in need of some dick.I felt his hands on my shoulders and he was gently pushing me down. Now on my knees his cock stood straight out. I reached for it and lick it from top to bottom, lifting it up to also lick his balls. Working my mouth back to the head he had some precum which my tongue. The railway track was strewn with debris - not from military action, but old oil drums, bottles, litter, domestic rubbish and parts of old cars. The junk has discoloured, turning a more complete grey with the passing of each train. Houses jostled for position against the tracks, squalid two floor tenements with access to the top floor by rickety staircases. Paint peeled around the window frames, creating jagged edges, cutting the dim light that shone hopefully from within.Occasionally, children.