I glanced around andfollowed suit loving the sensation of walking along exposed foranyone to see.We walked a little along the beach and then Sally Ann... went backto the cliff edge and sat down on a large rock. I went to herand we kissed and cuddled. I started stroking her breasts and clitoris and as her breathingdeepened she spread her legs and said, "Kiss me down there andmake me come as only my lesbian lover can."As I went down between her legs I saw her pull the front of herbasque down and. I've probably shot enough cum to fill up the back of my truck because of you."'Not to mention, the inside of it too.'We stared at each for another moment, and with each passing second, I felt him shake a little more. I took pride in that and grinned accordingly too."Shit, I have to cum now, woman," he moaned, taking his hands off my head.I placed my hands on my back and nonchalantly pulled my head back too. "Douse my titties, horny man," I ordered him, taking off my top.He smiled back at me and. ” I begged. He didn't say anything, I was helpless with my hands at my sides so I rubbed harder against him, frustration taking over me. I wanted to rub my pussy or feel his hot tongue in it. I wanted some sort of release. He seemed amused by my frustration, but by the sound of his breathing he was also wanting more, he kept one hand on my right tit, pinching my nipple hard the other he reached under my dress and pulled at my panties. Fuck, yes, finally, I thought. I felt him pulling and. After all, he knew exactly why I was setting there with them. He and I had spent months chatting back and forth on line about the possibility of me getting Hanna pregnant (rather than him), and now here the three of us were!I love Moroccan women, don't get me wrong, but Hanna was one of those classic European females, that many Moroccan men lust for, but rarely get the chance to have: Blonde, blue-eyed, slender, and flirtatious in a way no true Muslim woman would ever be; and it was that last.