..” “But now we're not. I wish you would tell me whyyyyy” and that almost made me cry a little but I shook it off and I said “Okay, fine” an... she said “Really?” and I said “Yes, okay. If I can get someone to go with me. And if you'll please stop singing” and she sang “It doesn't have to be a snowman” in that 'Singing through the keyhole' – kind of way, and I said “Oh okay, wow you blew it, I'm not going” and she said “No no no no no. Sorry sorry sorry. I wont sing ever again, never ever, I. It was time. "Here it comes," he announced before pulling his cock out of the lovely pink hole and scurrying up to kneel straddling her face. The dark-haired beauty heard him and felt his cock being pulled from her and saw Jay moving up her body, holding his cock in one hand. At almost the same time, she felt his younger brother start to take his place kneeling between her widely spread legs. Her pussy was very wet and she felt the younger man rubbing the tip of his cock in the oily fluid to. That was followed by smack after smack on the back of alternate legs and a gasp each time as the stinging intensified. Martha suddenly reminded herself that it wasn’t for her to encourage Officer Benson to finger her, and it looked very much as though that was never her intention. Officer Benson smiled as she saw Martha part her legs and kept smiling as she saw her raise her bottom up. These old women, she told herself, were so up themselves. Well, she did have the most gloriously creased skin. There were a few other women topless, but the majority wore suits and bikini tops. I was certainly the only fiftyish women who was topless, and I was strangely proud of that fact.We decided to walk further up the beach in the opposite direction we had walked that morning, so we moved up from the surf onto the sand closer to the rows of chase lounges on the beach. I was keenly aware of others watching me which subconsciously made me pull my shoulders back with my arms swinging by my sides as.