There was a short bridge out onto a reasonable sized island at the end of the land. When the tide was out, this landmass was almost left high and dry....Tonight though, the tide would be in by 8PM, so maybe I’d take Paul out onto the island. No one would then wander off the beach and catch us, they’d have to cross the bridge first. As I walked my dog, I looked for suitable places on the island for a nippy tryst, there were quite a few suitable places, I just had to hope now that the island would. I raised my chin to try to take it all as it pushed against the back of my throat, then withdrew just a little, only to plunge in again, making me gag and cough, but it didnt pull out, just started smoothly pumping, fucking my mouth as it had fucked my pussy. I caught the rhythm and started to suck that cock, twirling my tongue around the head as it pulled back, and using the back of my tongue to tighten around it as it hit the back of my throat. Strong legs were squeezing me tightly and I felt. The effect was perfection. His swollen lance was deep up her; she could rise and fall on it as she pleased. No random fucking from behind. And his tongue and lips were bringing heaven to her nipples. As she held him inside she masturbated herself and closing her eyes to meditate on the pleasure.Alan decided that he was being fucked not the other way around. Still she was good, and he didn't have a clue what to do anyway. Mrs Jones ground her pussy hard onto him. Her fingers worked. So we left together and she looked at me and kept staring and I asked why are you starting? She replied saying for all the stares you gave me at the gym! So I was shocked that she noticed me staring and she asked me why don’t we exchange numbers? I said sure why not and we did exchange numbers. So then we kept texting back and forth.She then tells me her personal life issues and then tells that her husband has never touched her as he doesn’t like her and she’s never had sex. But she has a.