They were practically fucking right there on the beach. Hey, there was no practically about it they really were fucking right there on the beach. Bern...dette was moaning and groaning loudly and attracting the attention of the people around us. Tim was doing pushups on top of her a mile a minute then he let out one big grunt and then collapsed on her breasts smashing them out flat. Poor Bernadette pounded her fists on his back, called Tim a bastard, and pushed him off of her. Angelique started. Máiréad lead the group, using hand signals she pointed toward a row of rooms to tell them where to start. Cathan started to remind them that they could talk now, but decided it wasn't important as she watched them begin. She was impressed with how efficient they were with hand signs and anticipating each other. It took them a little over an hour to get all the women lined up in the barn.Once everyone was in line, Todd, Sorcha, Kurt and Christine each took the hand of the first woman in a line. “She’s in London at the Olympics,” I said. “She sent these delegates in her place. This is Wendy and this is Kate. Coach Elliot.”“We all have our little entourage,” Coach said. “Welcome to Team USA.”About twelve hours later, after a four-hour layover in Panama, we landed in Santo Domingo. By the time we were out of customs, it was after one in the morning and fortunately Coach had transportation passes to hand to the cab drivers that got us all to our hotel. The concierge looked at us a little. ‘Certainly, I cannot know if I am either dismayed or delighted otherwise,' she decided as she felt the knight grasp her hips roughly and place his cockhead at her entrance before pushing slowly into her.‘At least his aim is true,’ she thought, gasping as he plowed ahead, furrowing her enthusiastic cunny with his fleshy spear until she was quite full, and gripping him tightly whilst the others cheered and began to offer encouragement.‘This is not so bad. In fact…’Had he simply held still for a.