?” “The bottle of 25-year-old Bushmills my dad and I downed the first night I was home says quite a bit…” Becky smiles at me and says, “why...water it down bar keep, neat it is…” The girls are looking at us like we are speaking Greek or something… “Do you ladies want ice cubes or are you going with something else?” They say, “No ice if that is the way Becky is drinking tonight…” Two bottles later we are all feeling no pain, and everyone has relaxed very nicely…Becky looks over at Sis and says,. You pick me up, wrapping my long legs around your hips and carry me to our bed. You start kissing me again, working your hands all over my body, you reach my still wet pussy, rubbing the wetness down towards my ass hole. You gently start to rub your hard cock against my ass, making sure it is well lubed. Ever so gently you start to push inside of me, stopping when you hear me take a deep breath. “Don’t stop” I say, “it feels so much better than I thought it would”. You keep going, getting. We looked at one another, our moist eyes meeting, nothing needed to be said. Our look said we were going to have our own beach sex soon.We just hurried on, out to our favourite spot on the end of the point, where we could sit and watch the sunset, and maybe get into a little old fashioned necking of our own, hopefully a little more than just kissing and fondling. We climbed up over a big pile of rocks, and down the other side.As soon as we were out of sight, behind the rocks, I took you in my. ” “Really?” Hannah was pleased. She had hoped he’d play along, but felt that she had to give him the choice. A mischievous look came over her face as she used one hand to smooth her dress down and then sat down on the box. She had almost her whole weight on the lid and nothing had happened, maybe it wouldn’t work. Then suddenly the lid shut all the way with a bang that made her jump. Her weight had guillotined the key in half, with one piece of bent metal clattering on to the wooden floor and.