I wanted nothing more than to leave them behind, but Dana insisted that we had to bring them along. "You never know when we might want to use them to ...low open a door or something." I pointed out that we were only one level below the surface and we didn't need to blow open the next door and the noise of an explosion would only attract a lot of attention, which was the last thing we wanted. She was adamant and insisted that she would carry them, if I was too damn lazy. I didn't want to get into. God damn you Morris!Why didn’t you teach me about what to do?She’s still alive.What now?Well she’s alive.Maybe she’ll be okay in a day or two.I might as well do what I wanted to do.I don’t really want her for conversation.I wouldn’t know what to say to her other than let’s fuck.After making sure the ropes were holding her tight, Jeff proceeded to take off her boots. With the ropes on her wrists and ankles he couldn’t figure out how to take off her jeans and shirt without untying the ropes off. She smelt like cocoa butter, and her skin was hot from the sun. Sand sprinkled her skin and his. His black skin showed the white sand easier, and it shook off some as he flipped her over into the missionary. Her legs shook in space as her pounded her, and her moans wafted over the air mixed with the caw of seagulls and the crash of the ocean. The crash of the ocean was his guide, and he used its rhythm and could feel her tighten and squeeze as she came. Her stomach muscles were sore and she. I needed a taste before I fucked her. I leaned down and put my tongue to her shimmering twat and lapped up her juices. It was like honey, and her clit was swollen and sensitive. By her moans, I could tell she would come soon. I stood up and positioned my cock between her lips and, just then, the door to the bathroom opened. We both turned to see Heather's dad standing in the doorway. My cock in my hand, her ass and tits completely exposed to him as she was bent over one of the sinks. Holy.