As I strolled down the aisle I noticed the new fishing boat in the surf right off the beach manned by men in black suits which certainly raised a ques...ion. Oh well, the three brides dressed in revealing bikinis, and now I knew why they had specified a Speedo for me to wear, with smiling faces and sparkling eyes were beautiful enough to take my breath away for a few seconds but then it seemed to swish back with a vengeance into a lower extremity which was not hidden by the tight jeans. The next. They quickly found a rhythm and they were both grunting and groaning when Marsha had a request. "Talk dirty sugar, call me a slut," she said and whilst talking dirty did not come naturally to Mark, he was able to do it."You are a whore Marsha, a dirty fucking slut," panted Mark as he slid rapidly in and out of her."Yes, yes, a whore, a dirty fucking bitch," agreed a breathless Marsha as Mark fucked her towards orgasm."Dirty fucking bitch," said Mark, emphasising each word with a hard. I'm telling you to come into my home and experience each moment, individually, for itself." An interesting phrase, Julie thought. She considered. "An hour, you say." Jay nodded, continuing to look at her with that intriguing half-smile. "Yes. But for that hour, you'll do as I say without question," he said, his tone becoming more firm. "Oh really," she scoffed. "Now I know you're trying to get me into bed." "No bed is involved," he replied steadily, the grin fading. "Come inside and you'll. She slid further down giving him easier access to her whole body. He looked down, into her eyes, which she had shut tight, trying to drive the sensations away, but unable to. Her breath caught in her throat as his hand reached her bra. She reached her hand up, as if to push his away, but then put it back at her side. Kim slid even further down, with her head resting in Kevin’s lap. She could feel his hardness through his shorts, and this only made her want him more. Kevin’s hand slid.