In bed that night, we kissed, kissed and then kissed some more. Withsweetness and tenderness, but also with a yearning for something way morecarnal. A... some point, Mustapha's cock reached a level of hardness thatalmost hurt him. The base was rock hard, the veins in it were throbbingand his head was dripping with precum. He said nothing, but I knew what Ihad to do. I reached down to his crotch, opened my mouth as wide as Icould and engulfed his glans in it. I started sucking, first. He was clothed and I was in just my panties. But I didn't care. Then Inoticed Mr. Jones standing there as well.Mr. Jones said, "I am glad you two like each other so much. I believe AlexMcPherson, you already know Mary, now Marty Franks."That little news stopped my pelvis in mid-grind. "This is you Mary?" No its me Marty. Mary is gone forever. But, I remember you Alex, but notquite like this! What a big girl you have become! And I like it"I blushed realizing that Marty was staring at my boobies. When he found that he could take no more he pushed her off of him, pulling her up into a passionate embrace, their lips meeting, the salty taste of his precum on her tongue as it darted into his mouth. He pulled her body against his and his cock pressed up between them, protesting at being pinned in such tight quarters. The tips of her breasts pushed against his body and continued to ignite the fires of his passion. He pushed her down onto all fours, pressing her shoulders down into the sand so. The tension was sexually electrifying. Her legswere close together. The smooth bare flesh came slowly into view. It wasso creamy, so smooth, so sexy. Still no sign of anything that wouldreveal her true gender.Dramatically I ripped the panties down over her soft thighs, past herknees and down to her ankles. She kicked the material to one side andthat action at last revealed her little treasure. Her cockette poppedinto view escaping from its hiding place nestled between her thighs. Herball sac.