Duke, darling... fuck me... fuck me hard and deep... !" she cried at the panting, wildly humping dog. "You know what to do... Hard... harder... ffffff...uuuuucccccckkkkk... !"The passionate, pleading tone in her voice let Duke know he was pleasing her. He whined in panting response as he hammered again and again up into her tight, slippery vagina from behind. He knew he was bringing her joy by the way she was thrusting her soft cunt willingly back onto his aching animal hardness. The wet heat of. Both men was erect by this time one sucking my cock and the other making me wank him then the pain begain the priest forced the head of his cock into my arse laying me on my front the priest slid more and more into me ripping my young virgin arse wide as it would go all the time the helper forcing his cock into my mouth so I could not scream and the rythem started till I was being fucked so fast the priest pulled out leaving his cum in me I thought it was over but the helper took his place and. His shyness kicks in and he can’t think of what to say. She helps out by starting the conversation. They talk of many things. They finish eating and sit there, still talking. Eventually, the conversation evolves into flirting. He gets aroused again and suggests they retire to a motel. She grins and winks at him, “I thought you would never ask.” They leave the restaurant and go next door to the motel. They rent a room for two nights. She makes a comment and he blushes. He opens the door to the. It was the Friday charters, so I’d have the big grill set up on the beach in front of The Shack so his fishermen could grill their swordfish or tuna or -if they’d had a poor catch – steaks. They’d swap lies around the bonfires and try to convince unexcited wives it was worth the cost. We’d just feed the wives Margaritas, Mojitos and other drinks until they either enjoyed themselves or just wouldn’t remember not enjoying themselves in the morning. Whatever works.I’d always loved doing the beach.