He wasn’t very skilled, but his enthusiasm made up for it, and I did my best to grind against his fingers while his partner was rubbing his sizable ...ulge against me.“Such a hot piece of ass.”I felt my panties being yanked from behind, until they were halfway down my thighs. I didn’t protest. I wanted to get fucked. I needed for them to use my pussy, maybe my ass. Strong hands clasped my waist, helping me up on his lap. I briefly missed the feeling of pressurized water washing over my clit as I. We'd sail the wide bay in a lateen-rigged skiff, haulingin the sheet, heeling over, leaning into steady trade winds. Danceevery evening. Meet new people. Do new things. Everything provided."Jenny went there to get laid, didn't she?" I asked. "They providethat too?" Since her divorce from Carl her name hadn't been linkedwith any of the obvious bachelors in town, nor any of the morerampant studs either. But just to look at her, she was hot."Not necessarily," Pam replied. "She has friends here you. I was feeling generous after last night, so we went to the mall and I let her buy whatever she wanted for her room. I was surprised that she bought stuffed animals mostly, plus a few knickknacks. She wanted to keep shopping all night, but I told her there'd be other days to shop. After the mall, we went home, and had pizza for dinner.On the way, I stopped at the video store to grab a movie. She wanted to rent some 'chick flick' but I insisted on 'Wild Things, ' with Denise Richards and Neve. I gave a rapid series of grunts, each one forced out of my guts by an even deeper merciless penetration from Miss Champney’s strap-on phallus, and then almost without warning all my joints turned to water and I collapsed face-down, simultaneously with climaxing. I gave a gasping and ululating moan as I came – it was the orgasm, as always a bone-shaker when Miss Champney fucks me like this; it was a most intense, out-of-this-world experience and I wanted to acknowledge it somehow.It took me a.