’ Well who am I to complain I stand there with this beautiful woman impaled on my cock and am powerless to do anything but let her fuck me. But I c...n’t help myself I have to give her a little more pleasure than what she is already getting from my big cock inside of her now wet and hot pussy. I already have my two hand firmly on each of her arse cheeks so I spread them as far as they can go, I reach under and rub her puckered arsehole with my forefinger, this in return forces her to growl in my. The afternoon was one of those beautiful north coast autumn days. We had bright warm sun, no wind and 75° F.After lunch Anne and Paul took us on a tour of Van Damme Beach State Park. We even saw the infamous Pigmy Forest that Tom and Cynthia made love in. The state park service has still kept the area off the WE Net. There were signs that asked that all internet capable devices be shut off in the Pigmy Forrest. It was a great resource. You could go there and listen to only your own thoughts.. Does that me that we can…”It was obvious what he was going to ask, and I cut him off, saying, “Be patient, honey, and just enjoy what we’re doing together now.”His cock got hard again and was rubbing between my vulva lips and rubbing my clit, and I had an orgasm as he continued sucking my breasts. When I finally pulled away, and after kissing him again, I looked down and saw the many hickeys on my breasts, and said, “You’re a hungry boy, and I’m going to have to be careful to not let your. His hands were wandering too, groping at me through my clothes. What did he think he was doing? Was he drunk already? Paul was never shy of showing affection to me publicly, but this was different, altogether different. The bulge in his jeans, now pushing into my leg, was testament to that fact! I searched his face and then whispered into his ear "Not in front of Mike, baby" and to my surprise, Paul grinned like a cheshire cat and loudly stated "Hey, Mike doesn't mind - I'm sure it's nothing he.