Our parents wanted to reward us for making it all through our academic careers summa cum laude, and we relished the idea of time for us to travel toge...her and enjoy our lust and love unencumbered. Flying was an option, but on our way there we decided we would rather travel by ship. All we could think of was having eight days in be, mostly playing together. By now, we had learned so many more ways to use our fingers, lips, tongues to satisfy each other all over. We had even bought some. The JD we drank straight with ice. It Wasn,t me that started to chat about our experimenting our sexuality, but Burt as the booze loosened his tongue and he held nothing back from Sarah as he told how we used to really enjoy sucking each other off. “But your hubby always drew the line at me fucking his ass!” he told her. “I would have let him fuck mine, but as he wouldn’t, agree I never did!” he went on. “Oh I also experimented with my best mate Julie when Inwas just fifteen!” Sarah admitted.. “No,” I said, planting a kiss on her lips without even thinking about it. She tilted her chin up to kiss me back. I held her tight, and we shared a deep kiss. I automatically tried to steer her down my chest, to where my cock was stirring. She did not take the lead. “Should we not lie down on the bed?” she asked me.“Okay,” I said. I lay down on the bed and she lay down next to me, waiting for something. I turned her head sideways and kissed her again. My hands wanted to slide up under. She began to demand more oral from me and at the same time refusing to give me a chance for release. It seemed I was constantly begging for the chance to make love to no avail, then one night as we watched TV together the Klondike commercial came on. "What would you do for a Klondike bar the ad sang," Becky grinned and asked me what I'd do for some sex. After saying I'd do anything she asked if I'd kiss her feet. My answer was get on my knees, remove her sneakers and kiss and lick her foot,.