During the day we toured the Isle and in the evening we enjoyed a nice dinner and then dancing. The girls loved to dance and Tom and I were pretty goo... dancers. The twist was popular in 1960 and the girls loved doing it. Pia and I would go through our normal loving making routine and she was still pleased that she had taught me her favorite position. I really liked her and I was sure that if she were not a working girl that we could have fallen in love. Tom, like me, enjoyed anal sex and Petula. His hair was boyish, unkempt but still attractive. He looked like the poster boy for every frat boy. He had a far more endearing quality to his face than I would expect for a man who owned this type of equipment. “Oh, here we are! Awake at last, are we my little cunt?” he beamed at me and his voice was honey-smooth, making it even more difficult to believe that he’d had the audacity to address me in such a way. “Excuse me young man,” I snarled angrily, even though, at 27, he couldn’t be more. It was very thick, about 9 inches long and hung down beside his left thigh. He was bigger now than my husband was with a full erection. The large pink head was almost completely covered with dark skin. There was a large vein that seemed to run the full length of the massive organ. He had a pair of very large testicles which must have been fully relaxed for they hung down halfway of his cock. I quickly excused myself and closed the door …telling him how sorry I was to have walked in on him and. I felt Glimmer locked her arms around my thighs to hold me to her as I was absentmindedly bucking my hips since i was not use to pleasure like this. I gripped as hard as I could on the cave wall as I let out a loud moan. Who cares if I'm loud? I'll just scewer anyone who enters with an arrow."Oh Glimmer." I said breathlessly while her tongue swirled around in my sopping wet pussy which brought me closer and closer to cumming all over her face. I had a feeling she would get a lot more on her.