She inched her hand down to his trim waist and felt the sticky tip of his cock press against the inside of her palm.“That was wonderful,” she whis...ered, feeling totally relaxed. “I love your cock.”“If you love it so much, why don’t you kiss it?” he asked with a smile.She turned sideways and lowered her face to his stomach, looking at his glistening, cum-smeared prick. She flickered out her tongue, pressing the tip of it against a small drop of sperm that clung against the slit of his. " he said, tossing the ball back to Devon. She had no choice but to reach up and catch it, displaying her nude chest to him.She tossed it back and sank down again, feeling both embarrassed and stupid. Amber didn't seem bothered at all. Of course, she had gone nude on the nude beach last week, the only one of the Americans to do so.Devon gradually got over her embarrassment, until Franz climbed out of the water. She blushed furiously as she saw his groin, and the large limp penis hanging there.. Then the rhythmic beat made the itch worse instead of better. She tensed, and he suddenly grinned.The heat burst into flame. She contracted around him, and he drove in and out through the contraction. “Mandy,” he said, and he drove in more deeply. She could feel him pulsing within her depths.He fell to her right and lay on her arm and her leg. Finally, he roused himself enough to get off and help her roll away from him. He cuddled into her back and pulled the sheet over them. It was midmorning,. The headman and miller, Vainard, the father of his late beloved was in a brutal rage at just the sound of Rowan's name, and the one time that they crossed paths he swore an oath of violent vengeance against the lad. He, along with his sycophant parish priest, both loudly blamed him for every bit of the misfortune that had occurred on the pavilion green several weeks earlier. It was Rowan's fault, they cried, that the Lady Ayleth had been grievously hurt and that his own daughter Cedany had.