Tom and Jake watched me intently while I played with myself and I could see in their eyes that they were both getting close.Emma’s hips lifted off t...e bed and I took this as a sign that she wanted some attention too, I knelt down between her legs and slipped my hands under her thighs to grasp her hips, I then reached out with my tongue and lapped her juices up from her soaking wet pussy, I started off by tongue fucking her, using my tongue like a small dick, pushing in and out of her pussy, I. I could kiss her neck and feel her tits. My cock began to get squeezed as the biggest orgasm echoed through her pussy walls up to her vocal chords. She screamed with pleasure. I was still pumping her as she stopped me and rolled me over. ‘ You’re turn,’ she gasped. What a situation now she was in control. She rubbed her pussy down my leg and on my cock even up to my stomach. Finally she grabbed me again and sat down. She sat slowly even though she was worked up because she had an unusually. "This isn't happening. This isn't happening!" I repeated over and over again quietly to myself. Unlike the monster under my bed and the one that lived in my closet, it didn't disappear with a few words; because unlike them, this fucking monster was real and meant business. What business that was I didn't know but I was about to find out.Another of its tentacles began to caress my cheek almost freakishly tender like it wasn't going to murder me but romance me instead. Maybe it was taunting me. I. ********* Images of her perky tits (she later on said, 34C) with those pink areola and puffy nipples flash in my mind in quick succession; her initial expression of surprise that turned into a naughty and flirtatious look, the sparkling eyes, the freshness of the body of a young woman with her free flowing blonde hair that synchronized with the soothing breeze of the Indian Ocean— all come one after another. The memory of that evening, while we were in Bali (Indonesia), seems as fresh and real.