She paddled out to me fighting a wave or two to get beyond the breaker line.ED. NOTE: As anyone who is one can tell, I am not a surfer!She had strippe... and was now beside me straddling the board naked. Her pert breasts were taunt with the nipples prominent. I could see her cunt as she sat. She said, "Okay, I'm out here. Now, what do I do?" Well, you try to time a swell so you can paddle with it and get just in front as it breaks. Ride in laying on the board a few times, then try to kneel, and. Marsha’s was tighter with smaller lips and, while wet, not dripping like Amanda. I brought the fingers of my right hand up to my face to smell and taste Amanda, then did the same with my left hand. Again, I found them to be similar but still different. The girls were curious which one I liked better but I could not make up my mind. Both were delicious. While this was going on both girls were stroking my cock and keeping it hard. After a few minutes I told I wanted to make them. I kind of lost track of time and realized that oiling her back was becoming something more of a massage. Terri finally said "I think ya got me covered," and gave me a wink.I went right back into the house and used my oiled hand to rub out an amazing orgasm.This oiling became a daily ritual throughout the summer, as did masturbating while watching Terri sunbathe. After a couple weeks I hatched a naughty plan. Terri always had me oil just her back, from her neck to her feet, and she often had her. Days rolled into one without anything exciting happening. I lived alone in a two-bedroomed flat. I go to work nine till five each day, I leave my flat at 08:30 am, get on a tube at 08:45 am. And then arrive at work at 08:55 am. I just answered calls all day.One day, after another boring day at work, I was walking towards the tube station when this black van stopped in front of me and a man wearing a black balaclava jumped out and grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up into the van. And.