“Anyone there?” I heard her call out.I opened the door and there she stood, a towel wrapped tightly around her waist, clad in only a bikini.‘Wha...cha doing?” she casually asked.“Just jacking off,” I crudely replied.“Can I watch?” she replied, stepping in and past the threshold of my door.“Sure,” I replied. “Come on in.”“I didn’t know you smoke,” she remarked, seeing the cigar in my hand.“Only when I’m horny,” I teased.“You’re always horny,” she replied, stepping over to the sliding glass door. “Jesus Christ, holy fucking Mary I am coming!” “From just one stroke of his penis?” her hubby thought with disbelief. When they made love, he had to really work at it to get her to come once, and required a significant amount of foreplay. Granted James had eaten her pussy before fucking it. So she was wet, hot, and ready to be fucked. James pulled his penis out after Sheila climaxed, and when the sulcous rim slipped through her wet lips, the sudden rush of air produced a pussy fart. Then James. "All yours, sis!" Elaine called out to James, who sat at the kitchen table, waiting patiently. True, she didn't actually NEED a shower, but the gritty feeling in her hair was quickly becoming intolerable. Actually she had grit everywhere, not just her hair. That header that she had taken into the sand had left her with particles everywhere. As a man it had been uncomfortable, but as a woman it downright HURT. She had brushed most of the sand off her legs outside, but there was still a thin film. Her wet, hot flesh felt so mind blowingly good that he felt he might explode if he didn’t slow down. He pulled out of her, to a loud sigh of protestation from her, and stuck his finger in her instead, curling it in her and collecting her moisture. When he felt his whole palm was wet with her honey he pulled his finger out, and spreading her ass cheeks apart, ran it over her tight little rosebud making it wet. “Please baby,” she moaned as she felt him playing with her rosebud, “please push it.