It never bothered my husband much but I was always very self-conscious about what swimwear I would be seen in public in. For this cruise though I deci...ed to show off my new figure with a tasteful two-piece suit. I hadn't shown it to Greg until we were onboard and his eyes about popped out of his head when he saw it. Our sex life had taken a definite upward turn as the weight came off but every day aboard the ship we ended up fucking at least twice a day, every morning before breakfast (I love. Carson lifts her face to look into his, finger under her chin. “You want me to be your first?” he asks.She nods. “I’ve always wanted to be. But since it is Easter and you’re the Easter Bunny, it is even better.”“You understand the consequences?” he asks.“I already know all the rules,” she answers.Laughing, Carson shakes his head. “I don’t understand how it works, but I’m glad it does.”“Who cares how it works,” she says. “All that matters is that it does.” With that she kisses him again. Their. He staggered overto the changing area on aching legs, eager to get cloths back on, butcame to an abrupt stop only halfway there."My clothes? What happened to my clothes?" Erica twisted around towardsPamala with his hands over his manhood looking genuinely distressed."On the table," Pamala responded calmly.He walked over to the small side table and gingerly lifted a neatlyfolded, powder pink garment to examine it. His face soured. Somebodymust have taken his clothes and left the pink thing while. I handed the glass to him and let myself fall back on the soft bed. I folded my hands on my chest, and closed my eyes again.Soon, he was back at caressing my thighs tenderly. This continued for a while. It felt good and I was getting light-headed again surprisingly quickly. Then, I felt how my legs got spread apart, but I didn't mind at that point. I felt his carassing moving upwards towards my crotch. And soon, fingers were brushing over my lips, teasing me. I let out a sigh, and felt one.