I could not believe my ears; but, before I could react, my sensual babe put her thumbs on the straps and pulled her bikini thong down to her thighs.Le...n whispered as he got a nice sight of Ana’s shaven pussy lips.Worst of all, I noticed she was getting wet by the minute, as she stared directly at this man’s hand, stroking that hard black cock…He then waved his other hand to Ana, ordering her to get closer.My wife walked just a couple yards and she dropped down to her knees, very close to hat. Well I can still get some pleasureout of this," he said turning Harold away from him."What are you doing....naaaauuuuugggghhhhh...please..." Harold screamed as hefelt George pressing up against him."I was going to get your rocks off first but it looks like I'm going tobe the one to do it first. What the fuck! You got a fuckin trash stamp.I like," George grunted as he pressed the head of his dick against therosebud.Harold could barely walk as they made there way back to the campfire. Atthe. “Oh yes.” I groaned feeling his tongue probing inside.It was heavenly, Brian clearly knew what he was doing, licking and sucking my clit while his fingers slid in and out of my cunt. My moans became cries of joy and I writhed on the bed while Brian’s experienced tongue continued to do its work. “I’m coming, coming!” I yelled and the orgasm hit me.I was squeezing Brian’s face between my thighs, aware of his tongue deep inside my cunt, and wailing uncontrollably.“That was out of this world.” I. Our waitress came and asked what we wanted to drink, john quickly said ‘bring us a nice, big pitcher of your finest margaritas please’ ‘you got it’ said the waitress. i looked at him and asked ‘a pitcher?! you must be thirsty!’ i laughed, ‘oh, you’ll have some too, right?’ ‘oh, i don’t know, i never drink at lunch, especially on a work day’ i replied while looking at the menu, ‘aww come on, one little margarita at least?’ john said, ‘i don’t know… maybe half of one, i don’t wanna get tipsy, i.