“Ooooohh pleeeaaasee don’t stop Chris” I begged “I’m gonna cum. I’m almost there.”Chris was plowing my backside like a man possessed and...then removing his hand from my back, he placed it into my soaking wet pussy. Two fingers pushed past my silky wet folds and plunged upwards inside my slick tunnel. Combined with the clitoral stimulation and the huge member pummelling my backside, this was the final straw.My tunnel flooded and warm cum streamed from my slit, flowing down my thighs. My whole. George's reaction on seeing whatEllen had in her hands, showed he wasn't happy."Oh no not again!"Ellen tried to reassure him, "Relax dear, no more beach, I've gotsomething better planned. Today we're going to sunbathe around thepool. We'll be less likely to be hassled."George wasn't reassured. His first emergence as Bikini Heather hadn'tgone so well. He wondered would today be any better.Ellen wasn't interested in his concerns; she had her own plans. Sheaddressed him, "Since we spent a lot. That’s it.” Without interrupting this finger fucking, she unbuttons her coat and starts working on the buttons to her blouse. Once she has it open she pulls it from her skirt. Thrusting her chest forward she reaches behind and unclasps her bra. She did that thing women do to remover their bars without taking the blouses of. Two lovely boobs come into view. While she exposes her boobs I had slipped my trousers and boxers past my knees. This un-named woman takes up position to impale. In the living room, I saw a glass coffee table surrounded by a couch and two armchairs. There was an open bottle of wine on the coffee table and a full glass next to it."Have a seat. I'll get you a glass." said Victoria, walking off to the kitchen. I sat down on the couch, forcing myself not to stare at her. Play it cool, don't seem desperate or creepy. I'd heard nothing scares women off like seeming desperate or creepy. Maybe that's why I never had any luck.Victoria returned about thirty.