All the men discretely watched her, and she felt their eyes on her.“Well, hello there missy, you sure you’re old enough to be in here?” the bart...nder joked.“Oh, I think so,” she laughed back. “Vodka-tonic, please.” She paid for the drink and sipped it, crossing her legs. From the cool air, she knew she was exposing the entire side of her thigh, perhaps even a bare ass cheek. She squeezed her thighs together, her slit wet and excited, her nipples hard.The man on her right moved to the stool next. "Are you telling me you aren't ... or weren't?" Things never got that far, Donna. I like her. She's had a rough go of it and needed a friend. I didn't push it." I've always known you were a good man, Detective," said Donna. "What are you gonna do?" I haven't got the faintest idea," admitted Bob. "She's forgotten some things that are better left that way. Her most unhappy moments seem to be gone. She says she loves me." That much is true. I knew that the first time you brought her here," said. Just romantic like. It was quite nice. We got out of the water, dried each other off and had out lunch. The wine was chilled and we had a nice time. Soft kisses between bites, silly things like that. After eating, we decided to sun a little. I couldn't help but keep looking over at her robust body. Those large, firm breasts were killers. We sipped our wine, which help her get a little loosed lipped. That's when I knew things were going to get good. 'Coming to this beach reminds me of a dream I. I pushed deeper and harder into Donna than even before and she screamed out my name. To be fair, she did the same for Curtis and Lucy did so with both of us, too. Even so, Donna grew louder with every stroke, her pussy walls tightening up on me as they rubbed me the right way. I heard Lucy howl with delight as Curtis spilled his seed into her and that triggered my own release, emptying my balls into Donna’s soaked gash.“Time to swap again, sonny. We gotta make sure that they each carry both of.