"Oh, Jesus," she softly moaned as he sucked one of her erect nipples into his mouth."God, how I love having my tits sucked!" As the man tongued and mo...thed her sensitive nipples, Sharon began rotating her slit around and around his hard cockshaft. It was pure heaven to feel his throbbing cock twisting around in her squeezing little fuckhole."Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, shit!" she squealed with delight when the man began nibbling on her tits. "Bite them honey! I love that, but not too hard. That's the way.... Why the black dress and the pink lace bra and matching thong panties? She would normally have worn black undergarments with a dark coloured dress, but here she was, catering to the specific desires of a faceless man, the underwire of her bra digging into the soft flesh beneath each arm. Why the ivory stockings? That was a mystery. She certainly wouldn’t have chosen ivory stockings to go with a black dress herself, but she wasn’t really picking out clothes for herself, was she? She was picking. This is a town I get away to when life in San Francisco gets to be a little too much for me (yeah, it can happen). This cruising place also happens to be one of the best surfing spots in the world, and one of the most brutal. There's even a handsome bronze statue of a young surfer looking out to sea, a tribute to all the surfers who've died at this place. The waves here can get huge, and memorials to buddies who've been killed are carved into the wooden railings that lead down to the. Julia was underneath, licking Ava's pussy and enjoying watching whatever she could see of my activities from that angle. It was therefore up to me to locate more lubrication. Katelin was the obvious source, but was much more aware now and had just started staring at what I was doing, mostly in disbelief. I thought about it for a couple of seconds, couldn't think of a logical reason why not, and it would make a good story for lunchtime, so I reached over and scooped up another load of Katelin's.