”“Oh,” was all she could think of to say in response.“I don’t suppose you’ve ever seen a bumblebeetle, Alice.”“No, I can’t say that ... have.”“Curious little creature. They’re only found in the Tugley Woods. They’re quite slow moving. Hardly move at all. Unless it rains, that is. Or they get wet. Seems a little moisture excites them terribly. They get quite active, Alice and once they get going… well, you’ll see soon enough.”“What do you mean?” Alice asked, but Nobody reclined seemed to just fade. The following day we slept fairly late. Joyce and I woke up and started off the day with a bit of a romantic interlude in our room. We then went out and greeted our hosts.After a very nice brunch of poached eggs and biscuits, we all hung out by the pool. It was a beautiful day with plenty of California sunshine overhead. Suddenly George's cell phone rang. He stepped off to carry on his conversation with a bit of privacy and then returned a bit later looking very agitated."I got a problem.". He didn’t even look up at me, and just moved to my other boob. He knew what to do with a woman, and I found that out when he moved his hand from my ass to between my legs. He was touching my pussy, feeling it, rubbing it, and I guess unknowingly, he was rubbing my clit too. Everything happening at the same times just made me to loose my control, and I started to moan in pleasure. First when we were kissing in the kitchen, I thought to just have a little fun, like may be letting him suck on my. .OOH " as my fingers probed inside of her, her body beginning to shake. She begins to cry when she hears my zipper come down. She couldn't move, trapped bent over the table and totally helpless. Then she feels my heat behind her, and she feels the head of my huge cock rubbing her wet slit.She stopped struggling; her legs spread as far as they could go as my head slipped into her pussy, making her jump and cry out. " OMG..OOOOH...OOOOH...AAAAH...AAAAH."I pushed her down again, not saying a word.