He was so tight and firm. he delivered my drink back to me and straddled the lounge and sat down. He took his fingers and started rubbing my slit. He ...pened up my lips and rubbed my clit so sweetly. He leaned over and laid the back of my lounger back so I was laying down. He took my legs and moved them to the edge so that my feet touched the concrete. He started kissing me, working his way down to my nipples. He sucked and nibbled on them, driving me nuts. He had 2 fingers in my wet pussy by. I tried to sit up and she used her other hand to push my chest back down. I watched her as she looked into my eyes and sucked me deep into her throat. I could feel the cum starting to boil in my nuts. I was getting harder and harder. I knew she could tell I was getting close. She would raise her head up off my hard cock, leaving her tongue pressed to the head and stroke me with her hand. She never took her eyes off of mine, she had the sexiest eyes, they were emerald green in color, and so. We would take delivery in two days so I had plenty of time to get to the bank for a withdrawal. Now, the hard part—facing her mother; Morgan hadn’t said anything about her family except that she lived with her mother and younger sister. They seemed to have a good relationship so maybe things would be OK.She directed me to a residential area just outside the resort area where we had first met. This area of the country has a lot of manufactured housing, the politically correct description of. The population doubles in the summer to a few hundred as the cottages and campgrounds fill up with tourists looking for a peaceful break. During the rest of the year, the town is quiet.As such, Theresa was a little surprised when I took the road to Hope in early May. Having just finished a day in Seward, we were heading back to Anchorage, a three-hour drive. It was raining hard. There did not seem to be much point in this diversion, but Theresa made no objections. She was nodding in and out of.