Everytime we talked about a get-away-from-it-all, she would immediately wish it were around 11 am in the morning on a deserted beach, with room servic...... or was that beach service?? Sigh. Music, some cold drinks, a lot of talk, gazing at each other... I always thought I am the sort of guy who is not sentimental or who ever sits back and remembers with nostalgia, little things about a person - like a gesture, a mannerism or even snatches of conversation. Work has usually occupied most of my. ..it's not so bad to simply admit there's nothing you can do right now." Maura kept pushing, bending Jane back. She didn't think about where they were or whether Jane locked the door. The day was coming to a close anyway. She toyed with the hem of Jane's shirt, lifting it, pressing her hands underneath, up to Jane's breasts. "Take this off for me." But..." Jane's skin was sensitive, acutely aware of Maura's touch. She was still trying to stay upright, bracing with a palm flat on the desk behind. It took a few squirts before my relatives recognized the nature of the moans they were hearing and managed to pinpoint the source. By the time they did, I was squirting wave after wave of pussy fluid all over the place. OH YES! OH GOD! OH FUCK! My moans echoed throughout the church as everyone stared at me with shocked disbelief. Was I really doing what they thought I was? Yes. And I was fucking loving it! Unfortunately, I did not have time to finish climaxing before I got snapped back to. I had to do some looking but finally found my swimming trunks and just thinking about Fred and our experience years ago made my cock hard as steel. I tried to convince myself that we were just horny teenagers back then but my cock knew better and remained hard. At about 7:00 i knocked on Fred's door and he yelled come on in the door was ajar so i just walked in. Fred was just getting out of the shower and did not bother with a towel to cover himself i stared at his long slim cock and my cock.