As I drove home to Denver alone I thought back to how it all had started. It had been my birthday and my younger brother Ron had given me a subscripti...n to Penthouse Letters. I really had no interest in the magazine or it's content, but when the issues began to arrive I read them. I didn't believe for one minute that the letters in the magazine were real or if they were they were written by idiots. Real people didn't say things like "magnificent fuck stick" or "marvelous meat pole." And none of. Apparently, one visitor had described the nights as being more like a pleasant beer hall than a prison.All of this they found out when they visited the historic Trial Bay Gaol, which was now a tourist attraction and the most important historical site in the area.Dave found a café overlooking the water where the three of them sat and enjoyed a cappuccino. Jill shuddered as she thought of the hard life the inmates of that old gaol must have had.Peter decided to have a quick surf, so Dave and Jill. Both seem to be aroused the most at the same special places. The dripping from Emma and the precum continuing out of Donald all afternoon does make it a wonderful exploration for both.Will they remember each part of each other which needs the most pleasure? Probably, as both want to satisfy each other to the maximum now. ‘How in such a short of time has this reached this plane?’ Donald holding his Emma so close to him now wonders. Not even a month ago - okay, two months because when Emma. My hard cock, slippery from the water, nestles neatly between the cheeks of your beautiful ass. I feel the heat from your aroused little slit, and slide my fingers between the swollen lips, feeling the oily wetness there. You shiver as my fingers slide along the opening, finding your clit, and rubbing gently. You moan. Your hips thrust forward, making my fingers brush harder against your clit. It feels so smooth and so good. The warm fountain of water from the shower flows excitingly over.