“You give me shit ... I figure you know what you’re doing so I take it.“Who is this and how did he get on board?”“Guilty,” said Junior. �...I was out at the trampoline sunning ... you know how I sun. There was this yellow air mattress with him on it and I knew he was too far out. Maybe we’d better call the coast guard and the park rangers office.”“Park won’t be looking ... I walked from the cottage.”Well ... The rangers weren’t looking ... but the Coast Guard helicopter flew over.The radio speaker. I’d just had the most intense blowjob no matter who it was. And I was determined to return the favor.After an extended period of sucking on her turgid titties, my mouth went south. I slowly kissed every square inch of her stomach, her torso squirming with delight, and licked her navel clean. I ran my tongue around her neatly-trimmed, V-shaped bush, pointing like an arrow to her open cunt. I lowered my face to her crotch and she barked like a seal when my tongue split her slit and entered her.. ”“I know a way we can please each other at the same time.” She smiles. “Come here.”Mat goes to the bed and lays down first. Flat on his back, Abby watches him pull off his boxers, his perfectly straight, thick cock standing at attention. He’s a mound of dark muscle, and he’s all hers.“Come sit on my face,” he says, and she turns beet red. Maybe it’s the context, the way he worded it, but it shocks her, the blood rush tingling under her cheeks. He smiles at her, all white teeth in his naturally. If this was the way things were going to go, then I was ready to go home.I noticed something was wrong when we first entered the townhouse. It just looked too "Wilson." Then I picked up his backpack and found that it was full of wadded up newspaper. We'd been scammed. This was Wilson's place with his front door right on the beach.While Smith and I gave him hell, Andrews (maybe I should start using first names or this is going to get hard), Mike and his son Martin walked out on the patio. They.