” Shelly was beside herself, though in the virtually non-existent light (the only source was the plain-blue background of the tablet screen), it was...difficult to tell.“I didn’t mean to startle you.” I said, trying to appear as though I’d innocently blundered into something.“It’s me who should be apologising.” Shelly argued.“Why? It’s your home, well, your family home. I’m just the guest here. And besides I’ve got that exact scene saved to my favourites on XHamster.” It took Shelly a moment to. I heard the door open and never thought anything about it.When I did open my eyes there was an older gentleman sitting on the bench across from me.He smiled and I smiled back.I then noticed his cock start to rise.It was kind of bouncing and twitching as it swelled up.I immediately felt my cock stir and start to get hard as well.Out of panic I grabbed my towel,covered up and left for the shower.Once in the shower I started thinking about his cock and how I was wanting to suck one the previous. I got up and went into the water, watching my step as the stones on the beach slid under my every step into the water. Once in I waded around, going under every so often and coming back up. The water was calm and the day beautiful. “C’est beau, non?” I heard my French friend asked. I quickly spun around, frightened as I had not heard him swim up next to me. “Oui” I replied. We stayed there talking, treading water, about 200 feet from the beach. He briefly went under water and I felt his head. ‘Ahhhhhhh!!!!!’ Amber cried, her back arching, her hips rising off the bed. Bobby kissed her, his tongue probing deep into her mouth. He, too, was alive with need. He rolled on top of her and his cock slid between her legs and into her warm cavern. He lay still, savoring the warmth encircling his cock. Mrs. Fargo’s rigid nipples pressed into his chest. He covered her lips with his and felt her tongue probe into his mouth. ‘Make me come, Bobby!’ Amber urged, licking his ear. ‘Take me!’ Her hips.