It was Dan, my friend Susan’s husband. "Where is Susan?" I inquired."She is resting now at our room. I was not tired yet so I decided a walk might h...lp." He replied happily. As we walked back there was a silence in our conversation. Dan finally broke it, "So...what would your nice husband say about you blowing a black guy dick on the beach?"I felt a knot in my stomach like never before. I tried to deny it, but he began to explain the events in detail. It was clear he had watched me giving. Now come here and taste you cum” she stood up and planted her lips on his.Her tongue was darting in and out of his mouth and his was licking her face. Licking up all the excess spunk and then there tongues would meet and swap the goo and this continued for a while till all the residue had gone off her face. They kissed passionately for a while longer while moving around the decking as if they were dancing. Paul pulled away from Claire and sat on the chair that was facing the window I was. "Try it!" I did, and he was right... it felt kind of tingly. Basically, we both had hard-ons and were getting turned on by the rubbing, but neither of us really understood that at the time. We just knew that it felt kind of nice, and we hung in the tree that way for quite awhile.The next time we built a chair-and-blanket fort, we noticed that when we crawled around through the little compartments, it felt like that day in the tree. More interested now, we tried lightly rubbing each other there,. Now gripping my ankles tightly he picked up the pace, faster, deeper harder. As he grunted I let out little moans of pleasure which shocked me. Surely I wasn't enjoying this? The more I moaned the harder he fucked me. With one final hard thrust I felt his cock begin to spasm, I knew he was cumming in me. His cum mixing inside my belly with the little bit of vodka that was still inside me. When he pulled out he quickly pushed his cock back in my mouth. Demanding I worship him and thank him for.