I imagined a crowd gathering to watch the spectacle and cheering when I popped a creamy load into her smiling face.I always get that way when I am at ...he beach. Oh, the sweet memories of jacking off to Baywatch! My dick was doing my thinking for me. I had to regain control. A half-hour splashing around in the pristine water helped to clear my head. The shrinkage factor had turned my hard-on into a wrinkled worm. I returned to the little oasis that Laura and I had created for ourselves and. He stepped forward, finally getting to see her up close. He pumped his cock readily, gazing over her glistening body just as she turned over to her hands and knees. She pointed her ass right to him. It was all he could do to resist the urge to kneel behind her and plow his cock into her to finish. His gaze traveled along her beauty as his own arousal started to draw close to its peak. He caught her longing gaze over him, begging him on to coat her and in response, his orgasm erupted through his. Mark put the bags on the bed. In one bag was a quartet of sausage and egg biscuits and some pigs in a blanket. In another, fresh-baked Krispy Kreme doughnuts. The third was a much larger Wal-Mart bag with clothes and hygeine products. "Aww, I have to wear clothes?" she joked, digging into the food."'Fraid so, hon." he said, grabbing a biscuit and a pig in a blanket for himself. "I'm not planning on staying sequestered here all week. For one thing, you'd get bored if I left you here alone if you. You appear more conscience now and you’re coming to terms that there actually is someone so close to you. It’s not a dream baby. I can’t look at you, for if our eyes met the magic would be lost. I feel a gentle hand in my hair, slowly massaging a fistful of my hair. I moan into your belly button, softly kissing it, all over it and around it. I hear you speak, a sleepy voice, but I hear you clearly… “Don’t stop baby, please don’t stop…” My tongue now laps at your naval, and I feel you fidgeting.