With each drink, I could feel the sexual tension between us intensifying, and it wasn’t long before he invited me up to his hotel room. Honestly, I ...idn’t even think about my husband then, even though his cum had been dripping down from inside my pussy and arse all day, seeping into my knickers.I don’t even remember the Scotsman’s name, but we got to his room and, rather tipsily, I stripped myself off and sank backwards onto the bed, beckoning for him to join me. He skimmed his fingers along my. " James got on his knees and placed his hands back on my ass. "I'm a grown man, Elena. She can't stop us," he said as he massaged my ass. "She'll find a way," I muttered trying to find the right words. James' touch made it hard for me to speak. "You have no idea what I want to do to you," he whispered. I looked back at him and placed my hand on his chin. "I want to know. Just not right now," I whispered. I took my hand off his chin. James' face looked sad in the mirror. I wanted him to know. A light breeze would sometimes carry a bit of spray from the falls all the way to the small beach behind the inn and the sun played hide-and-seek with the leaves in the trees. Mélanie was daydreaming in the sun on this little beach when she heard this weird noise. Her first instinct was to check up on Sonny but he was still building the city of the future with his bucket and plastic shovel. The sound repeated itself – a subtle but persistent sound like a rhythmic beat of some drums.She finally. I scooted down the bed, and found myself looking directly at her little cunt.“Let me see it good,” I asked, wanting her to open her legs a little wider. But Amanda misunderstood my request, and reached her hands down and pulled her cunt lips apart. Her legs widened, and I was looking right inside of her beautiful young cunt. I could see her rigid little clit, sticking up like a little flag. Her box was sopping wet, and I could see that some of the juices was running down her ass and onto the.