Off we go. We spent the next few hours shopping, walking, bar hopping & people watching. By nightfall the entire mood in Key West turned exponentially...more sexual. We finally settled at the Whiskey Bar. They have a clothing optional bar on the rooftop & wraparound balconies. We got a spot on one of the balconies overlooking the street. At this point there were plenty of women flashing their breasts, guys flashing their behinds to the crowd below which kept growing. We were in between a middle. The skin was pale, with red blotches and his eyes were half-shut. His arms were tight around his stomach and his knees were drawn up to his chest. He seemed to have been in incredible pain. She wondered if this had anything to do with what happened the previous day, and a wave of guilt washed over her.She noticed in confusion that her husband was still fully dressed, complete with shoes and sweatshirt and a half-eaten bowl of soup was on the coffee table. She spotted his dark trench coat lying. I love it licking my cunt and shoved up into my asshole!"He began to establish an insistent rhythm, driving his tongue deeper and harder... deeper and harder into the tiny clenched lips of her rectum, and then suddenly pulled it away to return to her glistening, soaking vaginal slit and the wispy soft hairs around her pulsating cunt lips.Looking up momentarily, he saw her sweat-drenched breasts framing her beautifully grimacing face, her mouth flung open in distorted passion. Dropping his head,. My heart was breaking for the pain I had caused them but not out of love for any. So I figured it was actually good I was leaving so soon because I could not deal with a bunch of men who figured they were in love with me. And I thought I was just a status symbol anyway. I had, for the entire 3 years, been going to a Southern City every month because I was still modelling and they used to get so many compliments on me being on there arms so to speak.So I figured that that was all it was. I.