Each stroke was harder than the last and I felt my pussy tingle. I got out of position to rub my stinging behind. The stinging and burning were almos... interchangeable. I faced him, giving a full frontal shot of my pussy. “Get back in position!” he ordered. “I can’t. It hurts,” I pouted as I placed my hands over my ass in exaggeration. “I think you really hurt me, Detective,” I said, trying to get him to move closer. “I didn’t strike you that hard,” he said as he walked towards me. Mission. His hands moved up to the tops of her thighs and he looked up at her, seeing her leaning against the bridge, her back arched wantonly and her breasts glistening in the moonlight. He pushed her panties to the side and slowly started to run his tongue up her slit. He felt her start to tremble before he even got to the bottom of her lips. She felt her legs trembling and tightened her grip on the bridge as she felt his hands go to her hips to help hold her up. His mouth moved closer to her and he. The next week, my husband left and my kids were at school. Around 11 am, I finished my work and dressed in a sleeveless and backless red saree on his request.My doorbell rang and I opened my door for him. He had bought flowers for me. I felt nice and I asked him to sit in the hall and gave him water to drink. He was a little nervous too as he was also doing this first time with an older woman.After drinking water, I went inside my room and called him into my bedroom. He came in and I pushed the. From my vantage point at the doorway, I could already see a number of hot girls in their bikinis and beach wraps. A cute brunette about my age, maybe a year younger, walked by and smiled at me. This was going to be a great trip. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mike, and at the time of this story, I was 18 and had just finished my freshman year of college. My parents wanted to take a family vacation, so we packed up for a week long cruise around the Caribbean. We lived in Florida, so.