Dropping the vibrator on the floor, I force her legs apart and place myself between her thighs. And with one powerful thrust I bury my hard shaft insi...e her trembling cunt.“Aaah!” she cries.I begin to thrust immediately. Long, slow strokes, plowing through the soft, wet flesh of her pussy. I feel it wrapped around my cock, clenching my shaft. Her trembling hands grab my buttocks, urging me on.“Yes!” she whispers. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”I increase the rhythm, plunging deeper into her succulent. I first started going there with my girlfriend Clare, who worked at the British Embassy in Washington. Being a Brit, she was very open and casual about getting naked on the secluded beaches.Our favorite spot on the island was a few miles from the ferry station and other couples and a few singles as well, often ran about naked and carefree. Clare and I also met quite a few couples into the swinging lifestyle as we were. A little bit further south was an area with higher dunes and the gay people. She asked him if he liked the view. Frank replied that it was the finest he had seen. Joan smiled again and asked him if there was something else that happened, as she looked down to see the slight bulge in his pants. Frank had to admit that it had excited him.“So do you look up women’s skirts for a living?” Joan asked. “Well this is only the second time, normally I am a freelance photographer.” Frank found out that Joan also had an interest in photography so he invited her back to his studio. The demonstrations added to the attraction of course, being a typical male, scantily clad women gyrating and performing have always had a certain fascination and the image of a pole in your front room helped.We looked at the luxury shower cum bath enclosures. Turning into steam baths or all over needle showers complete with music, lights and whirlpool bath. As you can imagine, the price had an out of this world tag, but still, I had us in there, just imaginary though.We toured the crowded.