I pounded her for least fifteen minutes when she started to cum. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, fuck me… oh god, I’m cumming... oh, fuck yea!” she s...reamed as a tremor ran through her whole body. I slowed my pace, but was not finished yet. “Oh, baby, that was so good. Oh, god, keep going!” she moaned. I kept it up for another few minutes and drove myself into her one final time, filling her up with my cum. What a climax! I kept thinking I was done and usually would be, but cum kept coming out and. "I think I can get that part myself," she said. And she did, but the sight of her rubbing lotion into the tops of her breasts and her smooth stomach and her sexy legs was almost more erotic than touching her with his hands.When she was completely covered with sun block, she offered to do him as well. He gladly turned his back to her and spent a very pleasurable five minutes feeling her soft hands slide over his flesh, rubbing oil on his shoulders, his back, his neck."You can do my front," he. Now a red faced Angie re took her seat and casually asked, “What did the milkman have to say?” Bobby smiled and said, “He told me I was unlucky to have such a sexless woman for a wife!” He just managed to avoid his wife’s hand as he scooted through the door and the cheekily turned and said, “I don’t know why but he reckons I am a lucky man to be wed to you! And now I am off to shower.An hour later conservatively dressed Mr. & Mrs. Brown were standing outside their home and awaiting the minicab. It wasn’t slutty, but it wasn’t exactly knee-length either. That thing is not designed for lying down in public, my sleepy brain protested. But I could hardly hear its voice. Not through that soupy semi-consciousness.The way I was positioned, the bottom of the fabric wasn’t far south of where my butt turned to thigh. I could feel it stretching taut there, especially on the right side. Where I’d pulled up my knee. That was the side of the bed that opened out to the room.Usually I strung up my.