It was very surreal. I remember standing in a very large body of water. I was alone. It seemed like the water extending everywhere. It was warm, almos... like human body warm. In places, the consistency was liquid. I know. Water is a liquid, but in other places, it's consistency was thicker, almost gelatin. I tried to move around to survey my surroundings. My legs moved sluggishly. It was as if the water was wanting me to stay right where I was. Determined, I trudged forward about 10 feet, when. “Jer...I’M CUMMING. Lick my pussy. I want you to fucking lick my fucking pussy dry!!” She said louder. I took my cock from between her breasts, and did as I was told. I bent down and looked at her pussy. It was so beautiful. Then I stuck my tongue out and dove into her beautifully wet cunt. She moaned her loudest in delight now, and tightened her grip on Jay’s and Kyle’s dicks which she had stopped rubbing, and which had made them moan as well. “CUM IN MY MOUTH.” She said. “Jay, Kyle, cum in my. Catamaran sailing in the blue waters in the front of the resort , Greg demonstrating his sailing skills he had gained over a number of seasons competition. This was followed by swimming and sun baking on a private sandbar, Christelle decided the seclusion of the sandbar was a great opportunity to dispense with her bikini top and gain a more even tan, much to Greg’s delight and soaring desire. That night after dinner they headed for the Shipwrecked Bar, Christelle’s delightful naked breasts on. The maitre d' had put them at an out of the way table, and Keith took advantage of the privacy to "make advances" to Madison. After dinner, Keith wanted her to inspect his room, but she declined. Keith, Howie, and Madison took a cab to Soho, took in the sights, mostly "adult entertainment" establishments, and settled for a light comedy at one of the nearby theaters.The next day, Keith and Howie pestered her all day and insisted on dinner and more tourist things. Howie said, "Madison, if you.