And the whole time I felt him, hard. Was he gay? No... He can't be.Once he finished he lay next to me and we laughed. We then looked into each others ...yes and it clicked. We kissed. It was the best, his lips were smooth and perfect. I unbuttoned his shirt whilst he rubbed my bulge through my jeans. He rolled on top of me and removed his trousers and pants - his dick was huge! 9 inches, maybe more, rock hard and juicy. I wanted it. He pulled down my trousers and revealed my boner - 7 inches and. I’m going back there as soon as Parliament recesses, you know.”“You aren’t staying for the remainder of the season?”“I find the season at Brighton much more stimulating. In fact, I was hoping you would be able to join me for at least a portion of it.”I was rather startled at the sudden request. “I should very much like to,” I managed to say, “I just don’t know if Mother will permit it.”“I shall tell her that ladies are permitted to wear clothes when bathing, although, not all females in. When her friend started to finger her she said she started to buck against her hand. My wife said she only took a couple of pumps before she came really hard and got her friends fingers all wet. Her friend squealed with excitement and put her fingers in her own mouth and licked my wife’s juices off her fingers. After the calmed down a bit they decide they wanted to taste more. But this time they decide to skip the fingers and go straight to the “well” for a tasted. She said neither of them. Lying on top of my wife, I pushed my right hand between our bodies and played with her clit while I inserted my cock into her wet pussy. The excitement of the resort, the unconventional hostess and the promise of variety drove our passion into a frenzy. Lorraine hooked her legs behind my back as I pounded her hot cunt with everything I had. She contracted her pussy muscles, causing more friction on my cock. The sensation of a tight velvety wet canal torched my passion. We climax together.My own.