" I'm about to cum too sexy, fuck, here it is, I'm cumming." Yes, fill my pussy up, don't stop, fuck me, I'm cumming again, baby, shit."I shot my cum ...nto Clare's pussy which must have set her off to cumming again, cause just as the second rope of cum shot out of my cock head she went to squeezing my dick like she does when she cums, and she started squirting cum again, soaking the bed, my legs, belly, and her legs again.When we both stopped cumming and calmed down some, I collapsed down over. “It was him,” cried Gerry, pointing at Alf, an elderly, white whiskered, thick set, aged old Italian shoemaker, who didn’t understand the English language. Alf held his hands up in misunderstanding and shrugging. Italian, rich local dialect and at speed, held sway between the three native men confusing Gerry, who gazed with longing at the bimbo’s gorgeous tanned, smooth legs and extensive deep dark cleavage. Huge knockers he’d established and thought about. After highly animated discussion. My fingers run through her long black hair. She places a hand on my lower back. I run a hand up her leg and between her thighs. I'm invading a place so sacred to someone who she has only met a few hours ago. She opens her legs so i can gain access to her forbidden fruit. I slide my hand up her towel and begin to rub her clit. I kiss her neck and slowly make my way down her chest. Her juices are covering my hand. She wants it. I want it. I push a finger into her hot waiting cunt. She's tight.. I couldn't tell if it was more cheerful or more depressing, but it was definitely different. The waiter approached and before pouring the glass looked at me straight in the eyes "Hey, you have money to pay, right?". I reached into my pocket and took the few bills that were left in my pants. I run the numbers in the air and threw the money on the greasy bar, without tip. "Is that okay?" I said staring at him and raising my voice a little. He served the cane liquor snorting, took the money and.