"Mind if I move my chair closer? Easier for talking; I want to know as much about you as I can," Mark said. When he was re-settled, their chairs were ...o close that their legs were touching. Conversation flowed easily as the delicious food just seemed to disappear from their plates, and throughout it all Mark's touch was constant. His thigh against hers, his hand touching her arm, his eyes on hers. Sometime during the meal, the conversation turned from friendly to flirty, and then, downright. We’re feeling really brave so after lunch we buy ourselves a durian. The stink is everything all the travel writers and Food Network commentators say it is, but the flavor is just delectable! That night we see a cabaret show. It’s sexy and makes us hot, so once again we don’t get all the sleep we could. Next morning we sleep in. A text message arrives from our friend, She can’t be home again until Friday, the day before we are supposed to leave. We go to a spa and get ourselves massaged. We go. Ya little cocksucking cunt….do it!’ Joe let go of his teachers cock, and with his spare hand drove his forefinger past the mans sphincter muscle and buried it into his ass hole. Seconds later, a roar assailed his ears and a volcano like eruption cascaded into his mouth and onto his face. A jet hit him in one eye, forcing his eyes closed, as the big man f***ed his weapon back into the poor boys mouth making him gag once again. ‘FUCK, THATS SO FUCKING GOOD’ he bellowed, using the boys mouth as. "Laura didn't find this surprising since, after finally setting sail, Stan and her had returned to the cabin and done nothing but have continual sex for the next 8 hours straight. She lost count of how many times they had each cum after just the 2nd hour. Even when Stan's cock wasn't up to the task (which amazingly was very rarely) he continued, using either his tongue, his fingers, or the vibrator she had brought along until his cock felt up to continuing the job itself. And when her cunt was.