Suddenly Anne moaned; "Oooh Bent, I'm coming oooooh I'm coming!"She fell on top of me; Bent now commanded me to suck his dick.It tasted of pussy juice...and I sucked and licked the best I could, it was not long before he filled my mouth. We were lying for a little while before we went over in the tent to get a bite to eat, we meet my husband on the way. When we left the tent I looked at a poster saying:BIG EVENT TO NIGHT!All men wanting pussy please join the fun!I looked at the others and said;. What must he think of me? What was I thinking? When I turned again, he was gone. I strutted swiftly across the deck, avoiding the laughing, revelling travellers, and went below, straight to my cabin.It was tiny. There was no porthole, no romantic view of the sea. Just a bed, a wardrobe, a desk and chair, and a tiny en-suite. I sat on the bed, ran my fingers through my wind-swept hair and stared into the mirror. The dress looked suddenly too old for me; the shoes too high; my make-up too heavy.. Then Tom’s lips traveled leisurely downward licking the side of her neck, suckling a bit on her collarbone. He leaned back to grab the salt shaker. The group could all see Kelsey’s neck glistening where Tom’s mouth had been. ‘You ready?’ Tom asked her, their audience now ignored. Kelsey took a shuddering breath and nodded. Tom sprinkled salt on her neck. She reached her hands up and cupped her breasts on each side, increasing the valley between them that would hold the shot glass in place.. " Good point." He looked at his drink. "How's your daiquiri doing? Need another?"Sophie took a pull on the straw. Her drink emptied with a resounding "slurp". "I do now," she giggled. "You going up?" Sure." He leaned from the lounge chair to the bag they had brought, and retrieved his wallet. There was an outdoor bar right at the beach, attached to their hotel."You love this, don't you? The loving husband, able to go refill his wife's drink," Sophie giggled."Well, that's why I didn't just pick.