Heather wore a long, pale blue dress (surprisingly conservative, though I imagine she didn’t want to attract attention at the wedding) and walked qu...etly behind us up to the room. She carried a small purse.I used the key to open the door and walked in first.The lights were already on. The room wasn’t overly large, despite being the “honeymoon suite.” It had a king-sized bed in the middle with a sofa and chair off in one corner. To the right was a small wet bar with a few cabinets. The bathroom. "They make a cute couple, don't they?" asked Julie. "April's got such a nice ass." She giggled and turned my head to kiss me. "Come on," she said. "Let's get in the car and fool around a little bit before you take me to your place to fuck me."I couldn't deny an invitation like that, even if April's ass was picking up speed on Rich. I turned and got in the car while Julie slid into the driver's seat.She started absentmindedly rubbing the cum on her breasts into her skin. I watched as she pulled. He walked over to the window and pulled the curtains. From his window he could see the cliff. He asked himself three questions: Who was that girl in his dreams? Is she still alive and still living in this town? If they ever bumped into each other, what would happen?The next day Charles was riding around town in his bicycle. He cycled over the hills. He cycled past beaches. He cycled past shops. He even saw a small cinema but that meant nothing to him. He didn't have the Internet in his home yet. And then we fucked each other.“Oh, gods, yes,” I gasped as our hips undulated. The dildo slid in and out of both our cunts. The pleasure rippled through us. “Saphique's sweet kisses, yes.”“Oh, Sophia,” moaned Fawziya, “work that cute ass. Fuck me. Ram that dildo into me. Oh, yes, yes. Watch us, my Lord.”“Watch us and your new whore,” moaned Nida as she moved behind me, rubbing the marble dildo into my flexing ass.I groaned, fucking Fawziya harder and faster. It was amazing. The dildo moved.