”“You too, you look like your pics.” We chuckled.He was dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and was barefoot. I was in a skirt, a light shirt, jacket, a...d had some low-heeled boots. As soon as he closed the door behind me, he drew me into his arms, and we were in a deep embrace. I felt his hands slide up under my jacket and shirt, touching my bare skin. I had not been touched by a man other than my husband in eighteen years.Am I going to hell?As he leaned into me, I could feel his erection pressing. It’s kind of, um, naughty, but I didn’t wear undies today. Nope. I didn’t. No bra, no panties. Blame the weather. Warm breezes and blue skies. The kind of day you just want to weave flowers in your hair and dance naked with the butterflies. Know what I mean? So… I put on that skimpy halter dress that makes you stupid horny and the gladiator sandals I made you lick clean that time you couldn’t hold your horses. And, baby, that’s all Mistress wore today. Not another stitch.“Did I mention I got. "Its kinda cold" Vanessa got closer to me I took off my button down and gave it too her. Two things I noticed on the walk back that ocean breeze was making my nipples hard I'm sure her's too. Also I had some serious blood rush to the cock. We entered the elevator. Her face was flushed we where both drunk as fuck. Her nipples where poking through and I clearly had a rod in development.Outside my door I heard "fuck I can't find my key." She smiled and giggled. "I'm too drunk to go back down." . He slid up the bed, one hand using the vibro, the other masturbating. He stopped at the level of Helen’s head. Helen found herself saying in a weak voice, “No, no…stop.” But inside she was screaming, “Yes, yes…don't stop!” She knew she wanted whatever this randy couple could give her….she wanted it all. John gently thrust his erect cock into Helen’s mouth. Her lips closed around it tightly. She was subjected to slow but firm thrusts; each time John would push it a little further in. Helen had.