Com. We headed for the Little River Inn, located on the south side of Van Damme Beach State Park just south of Mendocino, CA. My dad got us reservatio...s for one of their cabin suites.Cynthia and I rented a Cessna and flew to Little River airport. The Inn sent a van to meet us at the airport. I was amazed we actually had sunny weather. When we checked in we also had a rental car available to us. We went to our cabin. The bell hop carried our bags. The cabin was really a suite. It had a living. Working first one nipple, then the other.. into the tip of your cock. I push my tits together as u lean back and thrust your hips forward.. slipping them into my cleavage, teasing my mouth with the promise of your solid cock. Sliding your cock back and forth.. feeling the friction of the skin on skin contact...Drooling with anticipation, I can't wait any longer to taste you. I drop lower to slide my open mouth down the side of our shaft and back up again.... hearing you take a sharp breath, I. I forgot to tell Judy that Gil had called me at work, three weeks ago. He had ask me if I would go with him to get papers signed for his divorce. We had not seen or heard from Gil for about Two years. He told me that him and Cindy had gotten married. I had met Cindy and I knew if Gil married her it would not work which was really a shame. I had looked for Gil, he had moved and changed his phone number.He said, “Are you going with me?”I said, “What are you talking about?”“You promised to go with. "You wanted me to own you. You've been acting like a tease and a slut for months." He had slowed his pace, and his voice vibrated through her body, forcing her to pay attention. He yanked her hair so she was nearly upright and whispered into her ear, "How does it feel for me to fuck you like a slut?"She moaned. His fingers tightened painfully in her hair."Tell me." He ordered. "Tell me you're a slut. Tell me you're my slut."She hesitated for an instant. His fingers tightened again until she.