Suddenly, my body provided no friction. Gravity pulled me free of the vines. I landed on the sand and almost slipped. My feet wanted to slide across t...e coarse sand, but I made them not slick.I could control where I was or wasn’t slick.“Fuck!” Becca Brittany gasped.“How’d she do that?” Keily shouted, stumbling back from me. The teenager tripped over her own feet and fell on her butt, her cock bobbing, her thighs splayed. I had a good look at the fine down of red hair covering her cum-soaked. And walked out of the bathroom where the food was waiting. Isabel sat in the chair that Derrin had pulled out for her. Chicken, salad and some sort of chocolate thing were on the cart. ‘Sorry it’s not the most romantic, but what can a person do with just hotel food?’ Isabel looked up. Did he just say romantic? But before she could say anything, Derrin continued, ‘And it would have taken waay to long to have something delivered.’ ‘This is fine. Just so long as it wasn’t beef. You know Mad Cow. I stroked it once, then twice, then on the third stroke his cock pulsed several times and he ejaculated his big creamy load all over the boys clenching hole. Some of it squirted into the slightly loose opening, the rest of it covered the inside of his cheeks and ran down towards his tight nut sack. My neighbor moaned and so did the boy. After all the cum had shot from his cock onto the boys dilated hole he stood there and looked at my hand work. Good job, now there's just one more thing.He. ”We sat in two armchairs over in the foyer window space where we could see the comings and goings on the street outside.True to her word, it was less than five minutes before Emma Shaw came down to greet us. She was a tall, stately woman in her mid thirties with short blonde hair and the most piercing blue eyes I’d ever seen.“Good morning David,” she greeted me, “and good morning Mr Barker, welcome to Abacus Productions. My name is Emma Shaw and I’m the production manager on this production..