I pointed to the 1930's pickup that proudly bore the Resort's logo. "Get in the truck."Marcy eyed me skeptically, not moving a step. "You're dressed,"...she observed, taking in my cutoffs and T-shirt. The T-shirt bore the legend, "Happiness is No Tan Lines"."You're right. Get in the truck."Marcy then eyed Tori, who wore the same "uniform" as Marcy: fluorescent orange ball cap with the Barracuda Bay logo, runners and SPF-45 sunscreen. The younger girl also bore a smirk, anticipating Marcy's. A musky smell of the mixed juices was the intoxicating me. I asked her to kneel down and she shifted her to the edge of the bed. I started eating her pussy and inserted my tongue into her pussy and lick it. She was shuddering with my tongue inside her pussy rolling. She was crying with excitement and juices started oozing out and I cleared every drop of it.Then slowly she took my lund into her mouth which went down till her throat and started grudging and bulgings. Slowly she started sucking it. I’d have loved to have assisted with its pursuit.”“After watching that, I’m going to find my husband a check into a room here at the Crown because I’m not waiting for the drive home”.“I’m glad we helped get you there,” I said with a grin.Jenny excused herself to go to the ladies and on her return, she grabbed her things and said, “On my way back I found my husband at the bar talking with a group of people so walked up interrupting their conversation, very conspicuously handed him my wet panties. Hefinger fucked me like that for a few minutes. I felt so helpless. I washelpless. I just had to take it, and God help me, I loved every minuteof it. I feared the price even then, but I couldn't stop wanting it. Hestopped fingering me and that's when I felt those hands again. Thistime he meant business and immediately began to push himself into me.Slow and steady he kept pushing and pulling his huge cock deeper anddeeper into me. It hurt so good all I could do was cry into my gag. Hewas going.