We both said yes at about the same time, so he got up from where he was picking up his blanket and windscreen and then set himself up in front of us p...acing the windscreen around all of us in such a way that it somewhat hid us from prying eyes. It was getting later so the beach started to thin out. Jose then sat back down on his knees again in front of my wife and asked if she would like having her legs massaged. She looked in my direction for approval and I had agreed. He started at her. ’ He took the key out of the ignition. I waited for him as he reached in the back seat for a white plastic bag. ‘Come on,’ he said, closing the car door and walked up the walkway. I followed behind him, keeping my distance as he opened the door to the dark house. ‘They must be out,’ he said, flicking the light switch by the door. I walked in and he closed the front door. ‘Where’s your purse?’ He set his plastic bag on the dining room table. I let out a hard sigh and looked in the direction of. You check my face again. Now you’re frustrated that it shows no emotion, no pleasure. Just that ‘vacant’ smile, that you would grow, to dislike. You slap, my face. Still I am smiling. your smiling, Barbie doll. You want to rid me of this smile, not because you want to see a ‘sad’ Barbie, but just because you want to see something. Your cock is hard, ready to help you. It’s much too big for my pussy hole. that much is obvious, but it doesn’t matter to you. You spread my legs wider. It looks. ‘Fuck me!’ I screamed knowing that even with the windows wide open, the sea breeze blowing across our nearly naked bodies, there was not a soul for miles to hear me beg, plead for this to not stop. Brenda stopped tugging on my shorts suddenly. ‘What?’ She fucking well knew what I had said. Her hands slowly pulled my shorts down a little more stopping with the waistband resting under my hips. She moved so she sat beside my shorts, her hands pulling a little teasing me that she was trying to get.