‘My parents own a cottage about a half mile up the shore. This is my fiance, Frank Adams.’ ‘Well, sit down and have some hot coffee,’ the man ...aid. I’m Bernie Green. This is my wife Emma.’ The couple looked to be in their sixties or seventies. ‘Did you get very wet?’ Emma Green asked. ‘No, not really. It just started raining, as we approached your cottage. Besides, with swim suites, we’re not worried about it. What we are worried about is my sister and Frank’s brother stranded over on the other. They both gasped by the sheer pleasure, and Cade gripped underneath her buttocks to raise her further onto himself, before starting fucking her in longer and faster movements. Her clit was stimulated every time he plunged into her body and she felt herself floating higher and higher toward an unknown level of orgasm. ‘Come for me!’ he groaned as he plunged hard into her body. She tried to hold back, to keep him inside of her for as long as she wanted, but as he adjusted his angle and hit some. Yet she moved it so well that I was on cloud 9. I was feeling the moment of life.Then came her lips, wrapping my dickhead and making me so wet that I started to leak. She was licking my dick gagged it spat some saliva and started to rotate my dick. She gave me a perfect blowjob. She went to give these moments for 10 minutes and I was literally wanting to go on to fuck.Then she asked me to cum on her face and it didn’t take me 5 seconds for that. I filled her face with cum. Then she asked to. ” she said, extending her hand. “We’ve seen each other around, I think.”“Yeah, sure. I’m Josh.” Her round face was pretty in an old-fashioned kind of way, framed by a dishwater bob, and highlighted by the kind of lips that seemed permanently ready to kiss- plump, parted, naturally red. It was hard not to stare, but I glanced behind her at her front door, wondering when her husband and child would emerge.“So, why’d you stay in town?” She asked.“Because I’m a fucking idiot, apparently. No, I.