Filling me with it…making me scream in pleasure.I was wearing a loose peasant top, a sarong and thong sandals so I just went to full blazing ‘quee...’ and let nature take its course. Body language was a big part of it.We were almost full and he wanted a private room, the maid was gone for the day. I gave him a beer and went to make up my room for him. As I was finishing up he joined me there, we just talked about a few little things; he was friendly, not aggressive and not shy. Middle of the road. He deserved to rest, poor baby.Teresa knew she was going to like this island from the very first day. She had noticed how the burly taxi driver who was waiting at the airport to take her to the resort, appreciated a curvy young woman in a mini. As he continued to glance at her through the rear-view mirror, Teresa just got hotter and opened her legs to give him something more worthwhile to glance at.About halfway down the mountain toward the beachside resort, Teresa decided the distraction was. She went to where the taxi queue had formed and appeared to make conversation with a couple of people before turning to face me with her back to the queue and slyly opening her coat and then, with about 20 people directly behind her, she put her thumbs into the side of her panties and began to inch them down until they were halfway down her thighs.This had me wanking hard and wondering what she would do next when all of a sudden one of the guys in the queue must have spoken to her as she. A fine display of skill even for a practiced lover, Scott did it in his first try. Impressive. He moved his hands to my legs and quickly had my knees behind my ears and began pounding away hard. I kept my eyes on his. "Fuck it...fuck that pussy hard, Scott," I said lightly slapping his face. "Show me who the man is here."He stroked deeply into me, his cock pulsating and throbbing...I could feel his manliness beginning to come out. He arched his back to push farther into me, while grunting and.