” I agreed.“Only if I sucked it first, he was a right bugger to get going, not like Phil, tickle his balls and it shot up like a bike pump when th...re’s already air in the tyre.” she reminisced.“Whoosh, great,” I agreed.“He was too eager, he used to shoot his stuff up my belly half the time because we couldn’t get it in me quick enough.” she sighed., “Do you have that problem.”“Er no,” I replied.“That’s good, nothing worse than getting all hot and its all over like a flash.” she said.“I thought. His strong hands reached for my boobs, cupping them, making my nipples get hard between his fingers. He gently squeezed them…I started riding his cock back and forth; my hands resting on his shoulders as my legs lifted me to the tip and back inside again.After a wild riding, I felt he was coming deep into my hungry cunt.He smiled at me, saying he was not done yet; so he demanded to stick his still hard dick into my tight asshole.So I raised myself up to allow his cock pull out from my warm cum. I had practically stopped wearing all my stilettos, having found that flip flops were incredibly more comfortable, and so much easier to wear ... especially if the night included a short trip to the beach, as many did.So yeah, enough about clothes. The gang was coming over about an hour early to help set up.And it was two hours until they would be coming.Brooke and I had just returned from the grocery store, having bought everything possibly necessary for a Fourth of July bash. Chips, pretzels. She giggled when he moved his hand at her stomach too quickly."Sorry s*s," he apologized, "I'm not actually trying to tickle you." S'ok, it felt kind of good actually. You've got nice hands there, stud."Before he could ponder that statement, an enormous wave came and she giggled and shrieked for him to launch her. He did, and he watched her surf away.She came back, still giggling, and rubbing a small sc**** under her chin."Dude, I got run through the washing machine on that one." You all.