It’s warm and tight, throbbing with the expectation of being filled and fucked, extra wet with the thought of all that happening outside, in the ope..., in the heady mix of sunshine and rain. With your eyes closed, you’re surprised to feel my tongue join in with your fingers, tickling your clit as you finger your pussy from behind, the slap of your palm against your wet skin signalling how hard you want to be taken.“Fuck me, I want you in me. Make me come.” I push your legs up into the air,. .. well ... so skimpy.”“Are you forgetting that the last time we were at the beach you wore a bikini. I saw you in that.”“Oh, but Honey, compared to my work outfit that bikini was absolutely modest.”“All the more reason I want to see you in it.”She saw how insistent he was prepared to be. Besides it was nice to know she could still turn a head — even if it was her son’s.“Okay, but how about we go out to Boulder Cove. It’s a bit more secluded.”“Hey, guys see you in that outfit all the time at. Her hand was almost in me when I felt a slight stretching pain, then her fist was inside. The sensations were incredible when she made an actual fist. My vagina was filled with a hard ball of fingers. She twisted her fist while moving her fist deeper and then pulling it back. When she pulled back hard, the sensations of her locked fist pulling internally brought on a fabulous orgasm. I humped my back as best I could, my legs stiff, toes pointed.Whoever the woman was, she knew how to keep me in. They stared into the mirror for a few minutes as Steven turned this way and that, admiring himself."It's not good enough," Barbie stated in a flat, sad voice."What? Why not?" Steven demanded."Steven," Barbie explained, "you're cute, but Tia Marie is a knockout. Your lips are too small, your skin is too rough, I can see a little of your beard, your butt is too flat, those breast forms don't quite move like real boobs and Tia Marie always shows a little cleavage."Steven got a disappointed look on.