‘Let’s go inside and freshen up. We can go the beach later!’ He smiles and kisses her mouth again. ‘It going to be a beautiful afternoon!’ ...y the time Rose and James showered and got their suitcases unpacked, it was already getting dark outside. Both were suffering from a case of jet lag too. James decided to take a little nap before dinner. So Rose sat out on the balcony to enjoy the rest of the sunset. The beach is not that far from their bungalow, maybe 100 feet or so. What a peaceful. I had to clasp my hand back over my mouth as she tortured me with slow movements, I looked at her at saw her mouth was covering my hairless mound. Her blonde hair tickled the insides of my thighs as she pressed into me. My heart was racing but suddenly I froze because I could feel the tip of her tongue tracing around my fuck hole!"Oh shit… Sally," I whimpered.Then she did it, her tongue thrust inside me and I wanted to laugh, cry, scream and shout all at the same time! She pushed it in as far. Then, just on queue, his cell phone started vibrating. He told his best friend to text him at this time and if he didn’t answer just keep texting. He smiled inwardly and pulled the phone out of his pocket. ‘Hey baby could you hold this for me? It makes it harder for me to focus while driving. Just sit it next to the roses so it doesn’t fall ok?’ He reached over and places it between her legs and moved it in until it was snug. A few seconds later another text came in and it began vibrating.. Alison held Claire closer: she felt their mounds press together, felt their clits rub gently, felt their nectar smear, blend and lubricate their embrace. They were not fucking now – at least, not like “RAF fucking”, not the way Professor Cuntslicker taught them – rather, they were lingering, wallowing in each other’s presence, gently grinding clit against clit, making gentle tingles run up and down each other’s bodies.Alison gazed deep into Claire’s beautiful green eyes, and she felt nothing.