The husband and I enjoyed the wonderful cleavage and short hem of Donna’s sexy top and skirt.The wife asked us what part of the United States we wer... from, and Donna said we’re not American, we’re from Canada. She asked what brought us to this part of the world, and I explained how I was in the Canadian Armed Forces stationed in Trenton, Ontario, and on United Nations leave from my tour in Cyprus.She immediately called her husband to our table and told him I was a Canadian soldier. I showed. .. The kiss is somewhat frantic and slow at the same time. Nita’s left leg slides up behind Brent and pulls him in close, which causes his rising cock to press against her as it expands inside his shorts. She runs her fingers through his hair as she slowly grinds herself against his growing erection. His hands go down to her ass and cups it firmly as he slowly dry fucks her though their clothing. All that separates them are his shorts and tank-top, and her one-piece bathing suit and a pair of. Just drop all my responsibilities, take a week or so, and say ‘the hell with it, I’m going down island’. ‘- and here I am,’ I said aloud to no one in particular. Looking around the small airstrip’s lounge, I could see iridescent blue tile paving the main concourse, which was open on two sides to the sea. The crystal-blue water beckoned to me, bracketed by a brightly-upholstered chaise lounge on either side of a terrazzo-covered deck, and the salty scent of the air coupled with the cries of. She hadn’t noticed previously that the entire bedroom seemed to be covered in mirrors. She took a look around, everywhere she turned she saw herself in a mirror. She looked up, above the old-fashioned 4-poster bed and saw yes, mirrors there too. She was a bit amazed, as this was a very upscale hotel, and this sort of over sexual tone seemed out of place.Back to the task at hand she opened the box. Inside was a dark, almost black/red lipstick and another note. This one read:“Please go to the.