As I ate I wanted to eat that gorgeous pussy of yours, every now and again I would see you look at my cock and lick your full lips. The meal ended and...we watched a brilliant sunset that lit the countryside in gold and red In the warmth of the night we slipped into the cool water of the pool. We swam and cleaned our bodies of dirt and sweat, as we did so we would touch each other, arousing our bodies in the promise of a wonderful night of love-making. Then as we rose from the water I was unable. Her pile of dirty clothes was on the floor. It was a few days worth of clothes, but I knew she had worked out today. I looked through the clothes and found her sweaty sports bra and panties. I rubbed the bra on my cock while I found the stinky crotch of the panties. The panties were very damp and smelled very strongly of cunt, sweat, and piss. I wrapped the bra around my cock and furiously jerked as I inhaled the smells of my wife's fuckhole. They were crusty and I could smell a big difference. I was there lying in the sun, when I noticed an old black man was staring at me… or better I would say, he was staring at my body…I paid not much attention to him; as I lay there on a chair, closing my eyes. My loving Victor said he was tired and he went directly to bed in our room. He added he needed to enjoy a good siesta…Soon that old black man was sitting close to me.I smiled at him, but he said not a single word. I could see his wet bathing suit up against his cock. His bulge there seemed. Her black hair fell loose about her face, an errant strand fluttering against her cheek. She was petite, like me, graceful.“You’re all alone, Christina,” she said, her voice melodic. “Not joining the ... festivities inside?”I shrugged.“But it’s your birthday,” Philippa said. “You shouldn’t be back here.”“I’m happy being alone,” I said. “I’m not like my mothers or sisters.”“Oh, should I go?” Philippa asked, shifting. Her hands played together before her as she squirmed. There was an anxious.