Madame Metamora put onehand on my back and the other on my belly, below the navel, andseemed to be evaluating the progress of the fluid. "Uh, it's...beginning to hurt," I said. "The bitter medicine is best." "Ah. My insides are stretching. I'm going to explode." "Yes," she said, and she yanked the hose out of me. Therewas a great whoosh of brown stuff, like meatball soup, whichsprayed across the room and ran down the tile walls. I felt agreat sense of relief, as if I had just. Samantha, meanwhile, continued to play with her own pussy, running her fingers from her increasingly juicy vaginal orifice, up to her clit and back again. Jan moved her hips, thrusting them at the vibrating plastic penis, the tingling between her legs having developed into a pulsing fury that dominated her. She began breathing more vigorously, closing her eyes as the orgasm approached. Samantha moved her hand from her own pleasure zone, placing it upon the top of Jan’s slit and pulling her. The tide was in at just the right level, and there was a long, smooth flat section of beach just a little ways down from Ryan’s house. The three young bucks spent part of the afternoon throwing down their boards and skimming across the water.Jenna and Kerri took longer to recover from yesterday, but around 5:30 they made their way down the stairs and path to the sand. The boys were treated to the always welcome sight of their toned, luscious bodies and perfect racks clothed in very small. She was jealous of you and wanted to split us up. She wanted things to go back to the way they were before I met you - she wanted it to be just the two of us again. Baby, I'm so sorry that I didn't trust you and that I've been such a bitch. I'm surprised that you put up with it. You must really love me a lot to suffer what I put you through and not leave." Then she came off the step and ran into my arms, "Can you forgive me baby, can you please forgive me?"The next morning over breakfast Traci.