I was his sex toy. I think he went slowly to tease me. It worked. When his tongue finally touched between my legs I felt an electric shock. He traced...around my slit, up and down and darted in and out between my very slippery wet lips and even into the entrance to my vagina. He traced up and down. I love up and down like that. He only went for my clit at the right moments. I was in heaven. Then he backed off and I almost yelled, “You are not done.” He just looked up at me and smiled while he. The water was nice and cool, we played some, we swam some, we just enjoyed ourselves. After some time my wife was tired of it and wanted to lay on the beach to get some suntan. It's that part I don't really like.. Just sitting in the sun, doing nothing. My wife loves dozing in the sun, turning from belly to back to get a tan. She started reading a magazine, and before I knew it, she was dozing away. I told my wife I would have a walk along the beach, she just murmured "Okay". I looked around. Now we extend our emotional sex even further, with sex toys, medication, and our imaginations. The later of course takes our sex lives into our dotage, my own personal preference, adopted years back, was for men in their fifth and sixth generation, allowing my young flesh to be observed, touched, and then ultimately fucked. I gladly received their dead semen into the womb of my young body, taping into a grateful tongue, coaxing an astonished cock back to life, and feeling the appreciation of. "She went that way," one said pointing at us. The girl was hysterical and trying to get away from me. I pushed her behind me, and told her to stay there. Meanwhile the three were slowly advancing toward us."Give us the girl, pop, and everything will be cool," the one, who appeared to be the leader, said."I don't believe that will happen," I said, "if you want her, you'll have to take her." I pumped the action of the Model 97, chambering a round. It's a very distinct sound. The three stopped.