This was no game. The little man was playing for keepsHe followed Alex relentlessly, holding his knife ready for the taste of blood.Alex scuttled alon... on his back trying to get away, but the killer had him cornered and was closing in for the finish. He held his knife low, blade up. When he lunged, he came in low trying to make a horizontal stab into Alex's body.Rolling again, Alex evaded the knife for the second time. But just barely.He was breathing hard and the stones on the street bit into. The husbands had been checking out the other bosoms on display and decided their wives had the best. The gals took a quick dip before returning to the beach towels since their bikini bottoms were soaked with girl juice. Reluctantly covering up, the couples went back to the cabin for lunch, which was delayed by relief of the built up sexual tension. They all piled on one bed and had a quickie with the other spouse.After lunch it was nap time with your own partner, tear off a wake-up piece, then. I called her Mrs. Marsh because that is what I always called her. It was not just how I was raised, but neither she nor her husband asked me to call them anything else.I knew she was in her mid-to-late-forties, but I have to say that from behind — she was in pretty good shape. Her butt was pretty tight and while three k**s might have widened the hips a bit, they still looked damn good. I didn’t say anything else for a minute or so as I watched her struggle for release. Something in her. . So Pip, my hubby is at work today so no fear of embarrassments today if you fancy that coffee or would you..... the question hung in the air and Pip smiled and said a coffee would be good. At the house the girls sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and chatting about the instructor and the women there and sex, of course! How about I open a bottle of wine??? Fuck it lets enjoy ourselves! says Jo Pippa smiled in agreement. After a few glasses of some crisp dry wine Jo broached the subject of last.