We floated around in the pool, drinking and listening to music for an hour or so. We really hadnt said much to each other during that time, it was as ...e were each in our own relaxing world. I was brought back to reality when Mom climbed out of the pool and said she was going to go mix up another batch. As she walked across the patio she stumbled a bit and admitted that maybe the margaritas were having an effect on her. I flopped off the raft I was laying on and noticed when I stood up my head. "The fuck...?" Damon growled."Oh my God." Tristan groaned. "I th...think there...there's a problem." He stuttered sounding like he was being strangled."Let's hope they sort it out soon enough. Just what i need." Damon muttered.All that could be heard in the car was their breathing. They waited. Then Damon heard it. A tiny sound...like someone was sobbing."Tristan?" He calledNothing."Come on talk to me man. Are you ok?"But all he could hear was muffled sounds coming from Tristan. Then it just. His well sculpted bubble butt, bright red and clearly painful, that was in that same photo didn’t hurt sales either. Given the limited number of actors and others in the project, and the fact that all but the Director were hired because they were “inexpensive”, gave Ed a nice little chunk of the residual pie. In truth, no one other than the Neo-Nazi feminist Director could resent Ed’s windfall. The 12 minutes of his spanking scenes were what propelled the 111 minute film to cult stardom. The meaty, wet meeting of our bodies resounded loud and clear over the beach. Each thrust forcing my body forwards only to be pulled back by Jason's hands on my hips to meet the next thrust. Moving in time with the movement of my shoulders on the blanket and my grunts of expelled air, my fingers moved over my clit. Sliding up and down the entire clit sheath hard enough to force my clit flat against the slippery skin that led to my hole.Oh... My... Gawd... Oh, Gawd, it was to much. All the pent.