He had no hair at all on the head, apart from a thick salt-and-pepper mustache. He almost always wore that same gray t-shirt and indigo-blue jeans. Ca...l had a tattoo of a pin-up girl on his right forearm and one of a cross on his left forearm. Though he was a really calm and funny man, Carl looked dangerous and, honestly, the fact that he was a biker didn’t help at all.Then, there was my older sister, Cassandra. Cassandra, or Cassie as we all call her, was a 22 years old bitch. She was not the. As my eager lips closed around her already erect nipple, Cassandra gave a little gasp and started breathing heaver. Her eyes kind of glazed over as her head fell back on the sand and she surrendered her breasts to my magic lips. As my tongue traced little circles around her nipples, I felt her back arc up as if wanting me to be a little rougher. I loved the scent and the slightly salty taste of her soft skin. In my excitement I started kissing her stomach. As I tenderly kissed my way down to. He was mauling her jugs.Without a break in rhythm he gestured me to his wife. I looked at her, she was bending on the rock,completely naked,She removed her Mandakini dress and was in the buff.She spread her ass cheeks and widened pussy lips showing pink innards.Mine is not to reason why,I muttered to myself and pushed with a jerk. I was getting into a rage. I wanted them to acknowledge my presence, so I was banging her with all my strength.I was fondling her tits and squeezing,pulling nipples,. They named a hurricane after you so you must like wind in your face!” Ten minutes later, the pair was aboard a motor-scooter touring the island. Jeff headed south towards Paget and stopped near the water’s edge. Standing near the wall of an old fortress they watched the moons reflection on the water. “The view here is beautiful,” Kat said. Looking directly at her Jeff said, “It certainly is.” Kat smiled at the compliment but made no other comment. In due course, they were back on the.