I bent her over the couch and threw down my shorts and lined my cock up.“Oh yes you big fucker screw me hard” she ways moaning. I pushed all the w...y forward into her. She was soaking wet. Pussy juice shot out around my shaft. I grunted. She moaned. I grabbed her hips and started pounding her. She was grabbing onto the couch for dear life and moaning loudly. Her tits were still covered by that hot pink bikini. The were bouncing back and forth. I looked up and realized that I had not shut my. I move my hand up, and get under your skirt, your panties are kind of damp. My fingers feel every bump and crevice as I rub your pussy. You spread your legs some. My fingers push your panties aside and two fingers slip right between your lips and into your very wet pussy.You are overcome, you love all of this, a stranger's fingers are doing wonderful things to you. You are wondering what his dick looks like, how it would feel right now. I am thinking the same, but I cannot actually fuck you at. Their drinks came and he watched them as they clinked glasses over cocktails and looked at each other as if they were kissing with their eyes. He wanted to look at Molly like that, too, but not through those glasses with the heavy and dark squared-off frames. ‘Let me see you without your glasses,’ he told her. Molly obliged, but said something about not being able to read the menu. For that matter, he couldn’t read it either — prix fixe, composed confit of duck salad, smoked pistachio crusted. The girls were really despondent, having to get into what they now called their ‘ugly clothes’, stashing their new outfits and intimates in a dresser drawer on the boat. I was kind of tired, and I almost let them drive themselves back. Good thing I didn’t, Carlos was at the tent, obviously angry that no one was there.I calmed him down, a little, by thanking him for letting Sarah help me. I gave both the girls a hundred apiece, noticing his eye light up. I was sure the money would be gone before.