You consume me, biting the delicate flesh of my neck, my quickening pulse beating erratically against your probing lips. You then move downward to my ...houlder, briskly running your hands under my shirt. I frantically feel around for the keys, my hands finally succeeding to clutch the cool metallic object, the lanyard cord swinging back and forth in the heated frenzy. With much effort, I manage to insert the key. The door opens, and we blindly stumble through. The first piece of furniture we. Was it for this? I slid my tongue down his shaft, and worshipped it with my lips and tongue, and cupped the huge purple head in my lips, opening my jaw wide. I felt my face strain, but finally the entire head was stuffing my mouth, and I started to suck. Now, at this moment, I thought to myself, I am a cock sucker. A true cock sucker. I am just what my wife called me. I am sucking a man's cock. The idea that I was a man sucking another man's cock was intolerable, so I concentrated on feeling. When she got into my row, I could really see how thick that ass was, and I wanted to reach out and grab it. She looked at me, and smiled with a little giggle. I was getting rock hard instantly. She walked away, and I was dissapointed at the fact that she wasn't sitting in my row. I turned around to get a glimpse of her ass again, but this time she caught my eye, and I quickly turned back around, kind of embarassed. I was still fiddling with my earphones, and when I looked up, she was inching. The closest people to us are probably 200 yards away. We spread out towels and lie down. She says, “Don’t get comfortable, Pet. I need to be oiled up.” She hands me the suntan oil and I start on her legs. When I get to the tops of her thighs, she spreads her legs and says, “Finger my cunt. NOW!” I push aside her bikini bottom and I slide my fingers into her soaking wet pussy. She moans and thrusts against my hand, saying “That’s it, Baby, finger my pussy good.” She starts gyrating against my.