Half the time we were in the water the lake was not higher than my shoulders. That was fine for me, but we had kids with us who were too short to have...their heads above water. One person held out their arms to help pull that kid along. Where we had to swim, we played Marco Polo. Small groups would swim out a ways and tread water. The front group used their compass to keep us, mostly on course. They would swim out so far and then call out Marco for the next group to call Polo. That group swam. Her battered pussy feels looser but is still just as tight when she spasms. I lean down and kiss from her neck to her lips while massage-holding her hips. She moans in my mouth and arches her back a little to get my dick to hit her just right. With a few adjustments from both of us, I feel her pussy twitch hard as her G-spot finally starts feeling the hits. “Mmm, it feels like we’re weightless and flying through the air.” “I couldn’t agree more, but I don’t think that’s us,” I add. “What-” She. At first, I thought she was going to lower herself onto my eager knob but no, she crept up my body until her pussy was right above my face. I looked up and took in the view; she had dark curly pubic hair that was trimmed into a tidy triangle. Her outer pussy lips were wide open, allowing her inner lips to protrude a little and her pink clitoris was just poking from its hood. Before I knew it, she was on my face, her pussy right over my mouth. Immediately my tongue set to work, darting in and. He owned a small resort on the ocean. He told me he was getting too old and wanted to retire. He then asked me if I would be interesting in buying it from him after retiring.I should let you know that I had known him for many years and have spent many nights at his resort. He was one of my true friends who wasn't in the military. I had told him about my life over the years and he told me about his.His wife had passed away about three years ago and he just wasn't the same anymore. He had built.