I didn’t think I could come again, but at least my cock was still rock hard as I rammed into her until she came. Exhausted, I rolled off her onto m... back. She rolled with me and suddenly she was on top, rubbing her wet slit up and down the underside of my cock. I was out of breath but still hard. “Amber, I don’t think I can…” I began but she interrupted me. “Don’t worry; there was Viagra in the pineapple juice, Ben, you’re gonna be fine.” She slipped her pussy over my cock and took it balls. " Dulcie fixed Delia with a penetrating stare. It made her uncomfortable. "Give me a minute, Delia..." and left the room.Delia sat, holding her coffee, lifting it to her lips without actually tasting it, wondering what was going on. Dulcie returned after a few minutes."Right, Delia. I've got Bert's permission to tell you about him. He's a retired soldier. Was a Company Sergeant Major. His wife died ... ten years ago, I think ... and since then his life has been the church. In fact, both of them. Her flight got her to Skiathos mid-morning and she caught a bus from the airport into the village. She had made a reservation in a small and inexpensive hotel, choosing to stay in town rather than at one of several luxurious beach hotels dotted around the island. It was hot and she felt conspicuous on the bus. Everybody else, mostly young Europeans, was wearing shorts and light-weight cotton shirts or blouses. She wore a skirt that reached below her knees and a long-sleeved blouse. She felt. "Mmm," she said, stopping. "This is a good snack."She continued licking Denise's sparsely-haired pussy, working her tongue along the clit lines."Girl, work them pussy muscles!"And Michelle did just that, making Denise's pink pussy muscles move up and down, while she continued flicking at Michelle's."You got skills." Girl, we gotta keep doin' this shit," said Denise."Yeah."Michelle came up for air, straddling Denise, licking her lips."Michelle, nobody can eat pussy like you." Well, I had a good.