I mean a frontal view of your knickers but you lower your top and show me your large braless breasts. “I was talking about your knickers.” I laugh... You raise up your skirt to give me a good view of your knickers. It is now I realise you had never thought about your knickers being damp. A little look of horror comes over your face as you notice your damp patch. I laugh to myself. How can you show me your breasts but get embarrassed at your damp patch? Just seeing your damp patch naturally. Over and over, he pushed forwards until his hips touched her face and pulled back until she licked at the head of his cock. Salt coated her tongue and, though she swallowed desperately, she could not keep from dipping her saliva onto her folded arms. She stopped trying. She focused on the heat and the hardness of him fucking her throat, the control of his pace and his hand holding her still. She opened for him, aware of the ache in her pussy strengthening.At last and with an audible groan, he. ...she again obliged by thrusting his cock into her throat within seconds he began to buck and his cum filled her throat again this time one gulp and she had retained and stored his special seed deep inside her tummy...they all slumped on the floor...Tina was virtually floating somewhere else...they dressed then slowly dressed Tina but just having a good look at her cunt and tits before she was finally ready to be delivered to her sleeping husband. i slipped back to the tent and started to. Soft and wet is his kiss. I easily want more but I hold myself in check and just kiss Saul back.I rejoice as Saul slowly deepens the kiss. As Saul has been kissing me I have been slowly working his shirt up, stroking his sides and worming my way into his trousers. Happily Saul has been enjoying my attentions in return. He moans into my mouth and I can feel the harding length of his penis with every stroke of my hand.Saul's hands have been busy too. I can feel his long fingers and warm palm's.