The sea is calmer now and is gently passing over us. You feel safe. Your clit lips open to expose your tiny pink penis. My shaft moves up and down the...outside of your clit: my hard knob tantalising it. The slippery water adds to our stimulation. We begin to breathe deeper and become impatient for copulation. I step back and dunk under the water holding my breath to tongue you while you hug my head with your thighs holding me firm and guiding my tongue to your sensitive spots. I explore your. "And we're definitely goingto have to get George a present as well, even if it's only a 'get wellsoon' present..." Yeah," I say quietly, my mood immediately darkened again by mention ofmy best male friend.When we arrive home (after picking my sisters up first, of course) mumimmediately rings George's parents for an update on his condition,whilst I head upstairs to change. I let out a sigh of relief and a quietgiggle as I slide my itchy, clingy tights off of my soft, smooth legs,before pulling. People came, then left after spending a half an hour to an hour visiting with Sanders. Some showed up with beer that they left behind, after having one of the cold ones from the ice chest. Others grabbed a beer from the ice chest and chatted until they finished drinking it. No one stayed long, just enough to be sociable.There was even a path worn in the carpet inside the house, leading from the door to the bathroom. People even joked about it as Betsy had discovered when she had needed to visit. Sure, I was the one who brought home the money. I was the one who took care of the house, but he was the one who was fucking my wife, and in my very own bed too!All of these thoughts, and more, ran through my head as I watched him pump his cock in and out of his mother's pussy! I just couldn't comprehend all of the ramifications of what I was seeing. I can't tell you how long I stood there watching. I don't even remember half of the things that went through my head. It's really hard to explain..