We shot some emails back and forth. His name is Marc, mid-thirties, lives in Sydney (90 minutes south of where I live), plays waterpolo, grew up surfi...g, loves speedos but has never been surfing wearing just speedos. He knew the location I had in mind and said he could be up there by ten o’clock or so. We shared some photos and Marc looks pretty darn good in his waterpolo uniform/speedo.Monday morning I woke up early and the weather looked good. I could decide what speedo to wear though ... I. Mark slid down a bit more in the chair; Amy adjusted her position and then pushed her hips down harder onto him. He was hard as a rock and she was soaking wet; as Mark built up the speed, Amy pushed down harder now steadying herself on the arms of the chair. As his thrusts became more pounding and quicker Amy’s clit got harder and harder; she knew that at the “moment” she would bear down and he would go deep burying his cock to its base and that would hit her swollen and aching clit making her. Slipping down to sit on your thighs, he trails his fingertips down to your corset, deftly unlacing and removing it, his nails lightly catching upon your skin and tearing it as he works. * * creature gasps lightly feeling your nails on her bare flesh and bites her lip hard feeling them scratch. She moans softly as you work to release her bare chest. * * DeathsServant purrs at your reaction, the sound rising in volume as your perfect curves are revealed. Nonchalantly tossing your corset aside, he. .. except all evening the thought uppermost in my mind had been that I wanted to explore the inside of Sandra's knickers. I wanted to get down and dirty in a ways I'd never done before. And that kiss! So electric, so wild! I had wanted it to go on forever. Now, with only a fleeting echo left, I felt hollow and alone. It took a while to find a taxi but I was home before too long and I made myself a nightcap before heading for my bed. The answer-phone was flashing and, when I pressed play, I.