That seemed to amaze her, I was impressed myself, and I lasted almost a half-hour before cumming in her again.I asked her if she had a digital camera....Her husband did and she pointed to it up on his dresser. I slipped my semi-hard cook back inside her and took a few pictures like that. I took one in a mirror that showed the two of us together. Then I took several more pictures of her lying there leaking cum from her crotch.I made her stand next to me as I transferred the contents of the disc to. .. Embarrassing." He smacked his lips, turning away from me so he could fix himself. "Sorry." Oh, it didn't bother me, sir." I looked all innocent for him. "I thought it was kind of cute actually." At least we got it out of the way," he took a deep breath. "I mean, you know, even farting won't be a big deal after that." You fart?" I looked at him in shock and then laughed as he took a second to catch up with me."Do you like Mexican food?" he asked and he was leading us to my clothes, or so I. She washoping to have the pool to herself."Fuck him!" she whispered and continued on her way.Robert's path came out on a small sandy beach on the southern side ofthe pool whereas Bobbie's path came out near a rocky outcrop next to thewaterfall. This was her favourite place on the island and she put downher sunhat and her basket and kicked off her sandals, feeling the warmwhite sand between her painted toes. She ducked behind a copse ofbushes and shucked out of her sundress and shimmied out of. It was only a fifteen-minute drive, and she could relax and take a long hot shower alone. A quick good-bye to Bhoomika, and she was out the front door, waving to the receptionist as she left. As she drove, her mind kept wandering back to Bhoomika. She had a perfect picture of her in her mind’s eyes, seeing her in that white tights, standing close to her. Manjula remembered staring at Bhoomika’s chest, taking in the view of her hidden breasts, her lovely cleavage, and her faintly hard nipples..