I was sitting with Claire on one side of me and Sarah on the other. Claire leaned into me and asked, “What’s going on with my mom, Charles? She su...denly seems to exude confidence from every pore. Did you have something to do with this, loverboy?”“Claire,” I said placing my hand on hers, “All I did was talk her into trying to be more confident; She did the rest all by herself. Isn’t your mother a beautiful woman that deserves to be confident?”“Remember, she found out about John a little over. ' i pull you closer and start taking off your bikini bottoms and rubbing your sexy clean pussy, getting it all soapy and wet. you moan for me and push my head down towards it. we get under the water again and as all the soap washes off im kissing your thighs and stomach while fingering you and rubbing your clit. i kneel on the floor and push my face into your pussy and shove my tongue deep inside. you scream my name and start pulling my hair. im sucking on your pusy lip and working your clit. "Oh, she's made some comments. Remember when we all went to the beach together last summer? She said you looked 'delicious' in your swimsuit." 'Delicious'? What did you say?" Oh I agreed wholeheartedly. In fact I told her that I planned on tasting how delicious you were after lunch. And I did, if you remember." I remembered the day she was referring to, all right. We'd gone to the beachfront café for burgers, beers and fries. Then Teresa had made a point of escorting me back to our motel room,. I was afraid it was too thick for me, but I gripped tightly on his cock and was able to force his head into my throat.After a few minutes of sucking his gorgeous man meat, he pulled it back out of the hole. I was worried at first, but he leaned down to look at me through the hole and said, “Come over to my booth.” I needed no persuasion. My heart raced as I got off my knees and opened my door. His was already ajar, and I went in. He was a handsome, muscular guy in his forties. There was just.