******* The restaurant was beautiful, with a breathtaking view of the Pacific. Gabriel had opted for a table on the outside terrace. The sun was just...setting beneath the horizon painting the sky in dramatic hues of deep blues, pinks and reds. The balmy breeze made the fronds of palms rustle and blew strands of her hair across her neck. The flickering candle set in the center of the table made Gabriel’s eyes look like glowing jade. He grinned at her as he sucked down his sixth oyster. The. And I’d felt her cum off on my mouth.Now my wife moved herself forward on my mouth so that her anal hole was on me, to be licked of its sticky deposit, again this was something she’d had me do from time to time, not as much as eating her pussy cream pie, but when she was arse fucked, yes. I watched her bring him to a hard on again and then suck each testicle into her mouth one at a time, both would have been too much to manage. As my tongue found it’s was into her rectum, I noticed how easy it. " This is torture," he complained as she tied off the laces. He hadstill not turned around when she handed him the shoes which had nodiscernible difference between left and right. "No stockings?" No stockings. You're only a peasant, after all."It was only when he had turned around to face her and could see thegarment she was now holding that he suddenly began to question how hewas being costumed. "That's not a tunic," he exclaimed, "that's askirt!" So?" Men didn't wear long skirts, even in the. I was but six when on our annual pilgrimage to Maspalomas became obvious to me what our holidays in the dunes were all about, mummy and men, and my daddy, who liked to watch the men touch and take turns with her.I often wonder if I inherited mummy's strong sexual needs, or if it was something I saw that appealed to me, two years later as the men closed in on us, I asked daddy to let me watch, and we did, from a safe distance, mummy never knew I saw her, but daddy and I developed a new.