Plus I wasn't that same poster boy quarterback. My face already had creases and my hands and arms were as scarred as my old white truck. What did we h...ve in common?Becky must have seen my frown.She gently caressed my thigh. It wasn't sexual as much as loving.I looked at her. Nope, I was just being stupid. The love in her blue eyes was for this guy sitting in this truck at a stop sign in Douglas Georgia. Why? I didn't know, but I smiled back at her letting my happiness show.She had not said she. She invited him in and offered him a drink. Lemonaid? Ice tea? Water?Nick answered, “Ice water please”. He grabbed for his shirt hanging from the waistband of his shorts.El turned around after getting Nick his ice water. She caught him staring at her tits again. El was flattered. She couldn't help but flirt saying, “You don’t have to put that shirt on my account. In fact do an old lady a favor, keep it off.” Nick shrugged acceptance, kept his shirt off and had a seat at the kitchen table. El. Smoothly moving a tentacle up and down my raging prick. Making me want it completely, without any reservation. I didn't need to be restrained by tentacles now. I wanted to spend my body's energy on this being. This passionate entity of sex and lust was all I wanted as I mauled its perfect tits with my trembling, urgent hands. One last thrust of its gigantic member, one more jerk of my engorged, purple member, and I came. And the beast came. Filling my asshole with demonic spunk. Again my semen. We would be staying on the nude side but there were a variety of themed nights where Sally could wear interesting outfits. So we packed several sexy bikinis, teddies, and other lingerie for evening wear. From what I could read, I realized that Sally’s fantasy might really come true.We arrived at Hedonism in the evening. The warm weather, the sounds of the frogs and other night creatures and the rhythm of the waves crashing on the beach made it seem magical. We quickly unpacked our bags and.