She did an excellent job of washing his genitals, which she did over and over. She seemed to take particular delight in sliding his foreskin back and ...orth over his glans. He had a huge knob at the end of his short cock. Her hand would circle his cock, as much of it as she could anyway, and move it up and down. His foreskin slipped and slid back and forth. She must have washed and rinsed his cock a dozen times and of course, Mr. Edwards got excited from all the attention. Soon it was standing. Then he picked up a handful of sand from the path, held it under my pussy, and started packing it into my pussy with his other hand. I was feeling itchy right away, but the sensation of having my pussy packed with sand was overwhelming. He repeated this until he had five handfuls of sand packed tightly in my pussy. The wetness seemed to have stopped, at least for now. Taking advantage of my position, he grabbed my horse tail, and slowly pulled the butt plug out of my ass, and dropped it in the. I glance over at Laura quickly, she laid there so peacefully with her legs parted giving a nice view between her reddening thighs, her cute rounded arse soaking up the rays. Lucy giggled at the fact her friend was zoned out explaining that she doesn’t normally smoke so it knocked her out, probably explains how Lucy, although dozy, was still coherent. Although Laura’s arse looked so inviting so did the view between Lucy’s thighs, she broke the silence, “I so love your shorts sir, they suit you”. " she said."Do you think Bruce would do it?" she asked still rubbing her pussy."No man could resist you my dear." My wife of 6 years was one hot number. Her long dark curly hair and her petite frame matched with olive skin and a wild temperament meant that she was a very popular lady amongst the sex starved populace of the small town where we lived. We lived out of town and on occasion we would entertain the occasional overseas visitor (see the 'Rivers edge' stories.) So our dirty talk was.