In such position my lips could focus on her breasts, while my legs embraced her wetness. We started a little dance, body to body, caressing each other...with every move. Our legs got slowly bathed in our pussies. Someone would say that those two lovely cunts behaved like competing with their wetness. What a sweet competition! It would last forever! But what if we started using an oil on our bodies to stimulate other senses? We were both highly excited. The oil sequence slowed down the heat a. The silhouette of the ship is becoming apparent. She’s a beautiful vessel, 42 foot two masted schooner. Her white hull bathed in the pink glow o f the early morning sun. The golden browns of her teak decks reflect the still faint moon glow that is competing with the sun rays. I glance at the bow and there on the jib, drifting magesticly in the breeze is your swimsuit top. I smile to myself. I glance back at you, still asl**p on the mat, stretched across the deck. I think back once again on the. And hence, my true love changed to lesbian love for you.Divya: But still, I just took advantage of your feelings. I took advantage of your love, and I made you a slave.Me: I let my loyalty turn into slavery. You need not feel guilty for this. You did not do anything wrong.Suddenly she hugged me more closely, and she massaged my battered ass. It hurt a bit, but the pain was very comforting. I gave a sharp moan.Me: Ouch!Divya: Did you really like whatever I did to you?Me: Yes, I liked the love,. It had been a painful hour already. Most of her customers had been pretty gentle, especially the boys of the village and the visitors, and had only delivered lightly stinging blows which had not bothered her a lot, but some of the village women in the queue had scarcely been able to believe their luck as they laid viciously into that beautiful and hated bum, about which they had heard with increasingly jealous rage, their husbands and boy friends rhapsodising for so long.Some of the other women.