Her cunt spasmed harder.“Yes,” I groaned, trembling there as the pleasure slammed into my mind.My veins burned with our illicit passion. My balls ...ensed, unloading every drop into her. She groaned. Moaned. Her hand muffled her passion. She looked over her shoulder at me, her hazel eyes glossy with passion.I spurted the last blast into her.“Shit,” I muttered and stepped back. I almost tripped on my pants bunched around my ankle.My cock popped out, my cum bubbling out of her twat.“Mmm,” she. It was funny, but when he used that voice he was 'sir, ' not 'Bob.'Twenty minutes later he declared us ready to dive ... Almost."Gail, I'd put on a T shirt. Remember, sun block washes off in the water and I'd hate to see all that pretty skin looking like a lobster."Bob's comment left Gail simpering as she dug a shirt out of her pack. As an avid reader, having a well-known author show concern for her welfare must have been a real kick.Kevin looked as if he was ready to take exception to the fact. The pouch has a elastic band at one end whichsits around the base of my penis and balls and a small opening at theother which still allows me to urinate but I have learnt that to not geturine on my suit it's better to cock my leg up whenever I do urinate.Once my costume is complete my owner has me prance around for a whilepretending I'm in competition for Crufts and maybe a game of fetch. ButFriday night is winding down and I usually spend the rest of the nightsitting at my owners feet while. “Should I be tipping you for the drink?” “Nah, let me hide out here for a bit, and we’ll call it even, okay?” I nodded. The sun had begun to dip beyond the horizon now, and the sky had dimmed to a deeper shade of purple. The effect was amazing. I felt almost mellow here. He followed my gaze to the sunset and smiled. “Not too bad, eh?” I smiled at him. “It’s better than the hazy sunsets we get on the coat,” I admitted. The bar area had cleared out somewhat, but I wasn’t sure where they’d all.