", your mind suddenly aware of the hunky italian in front of you and the even hunkier life guard up in his tower near by, you pursue," ... but, sure! ...I'd love to see the beach from up there!"Mike darts off over the sand, barely waiting for you to keep up. You notice - because he is not trying to hide - him eyeing your body plainly as it does it's best "Baywatch" impression while you scamper along behind him. In short order you are up the short ladder and viewing your salty, sandy, sensual. My husband stood away from me as the stranger pressed his body against mine. His hands worked on my inflamed Mummy as he wiggled his hard Lund against my Gaand once more. I was extremely hot and my juices were flowing out of me, making my panties wet with my lust.My husband took one more step back and I was alone with the stranger, both of us swaying to the music. My dress was open, my Mummy exposed for anyone to see as they were kneaded by the stranger behind me. Just then, one of his hands. *** I woke up, my bed was empty. Tim must have gotten up earlier. My robe was hanging over the arm of a chair. I picked it up and proceeded down the stairs to the kitchen. Tim was sitting at the table, drinking coffee and having a danish. He looked up from the book he was reading, as I finished tying my robe shut. "Mornin' Sunshine, sleep well?" Tim was in a good mood. "Morning Hon, I slept like a rock," I replied as I poured a cup of hot coffee. "Good, because come seven, we have a lot of. It was dark and only moonlight was the light available so it became so romantic as our first ever kiss in the moonlight. I broke the kiss. Saw her face. She opened her eyes. Let’s take a break for two days. We had dinner and started from there to Pondicherry and reached there at night. We were completely drenched in water and she was sitting very close to me on bike literally shivering.In whole journey she kept kissing my neck, feel my chest and even my dick. Her breasts were crushing on my.