She was wearing a red bra underneath her white shirt, that was plainly see-through. Her breasts, at 36 DD, were hard not to look at, no matter how man... times I had seen them in the past. She stood at about 5 foot 5 inches and always considered herself as curvy, however I only thought of her as one thing - perfect. I couldn't stop myself from grabbing her from around the waist, wrapping her body close to mine, and giving her a deep kiss. I teased my tongue on her's, then abruptly stopped which. When it was time to head back Lynn suggested we walk down the beach. She never bothered to put her clothes back on, she just carried them. We passed several people but went to our room, fucked for about an hour and fell asleep in each other?s arms.We ordered room service for breakfast and when it came I was shocked to see the two Jamaicans we had talked to the last few days brought our trays. Lynn was just coming out of the shower. She thought they had left and came out of the bathroom naked.. I showed her the label, uncorked, poured, and sat back supremely pleased with the lovely company that I had staying in my house.“Now, John, you were telling me about your wife and you stopped, saying that it was ‘too much information’. I don’t think it would have been too much at all. The idea of hearing the intimate details excites me.”I was quiet for a time, just looking at her. I remembered the first time I saw this woman and thinking that she was a lovely young thing, but the circumstances. He was reborn. All hatred gone. He used his fingers to scoop the remaining cum off of his face and into his mouth. He loved it. Jason, the bully, allowed the youth the pleasure of sucking his softening cock. He’d had a few conversations with his b*****r, Peter, about when he was in jail. Peter had his own bitches, his own slags. His b*****r, was, as straight as straight could be, but used the weaker, younger men in prison for his own gratification. He even fucked a guard once, he told him. It.