.. ' he thought, setting up a two-cycle stroke -- one short, one deep -- using Sally's mouth and throat. This was all pretty hot -- especially the way...Lon was mauling Sally's tits, his dick stiff and laying along her neck and shoulder...For Sally, it was Heaven and Hell. She really wasn't ready to take such a beating, but she couldn't -- wouldn't -- stop it. Lon had stepped up to the plate and was running things like he'd been doing it for months, and everything he said or did jacked up her. She was flush and I don’t think it had to do with paddling we talked about silly things but I found it harder and harder to keep up my boat was overweight and Jen and Kevin just seemed to get farther and farther away at first I was a part of the conversation then it was barely audible then it was just Jen's giggles over the rolling waves occasionally soon they were just dots in the distance I could tell they had made it to the island fine and I arrived well behind them when I got there I was. Peter walked across the carpet worn to the color of dust. On the other side of the living room, there was a small dining room. A crystal chandelier hung over a large antique table surrounded by six straight-backed chairs. Peter trailed a line in the dust on the table as he passed. He smelled cooking coming from the kitchen at the back of the house and thought he heard someone moving around back there, the sounds of pots and pans, forks and knives.Peter stepped into the kitchen. He could feel. Nodding my head I said, “Yes, I'm excited to. I can't wait to get this party started.She stood up from the couch and walked by me, stopping just long enough to give me a kiss on the cheek, before she went into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. I turned my head to watch her shapely ass go by. Although I was 35 and she was ten years older than me, she still had a body of a 30 year old. I found myself getting a little erect just watching her, thinking about how many times I had her bent.