Yet, as seemed to be the new norm, I threw caution to the wind...my hunger for more cock, more cum again overriding common sense. I walked onto the si...e and towards an older white man, I asked, "Do you know where I can find Bart?" Seventh floor," the man said, barely looking at me.I hoped I would be ignored like that for the rest of my time there. I walked up to the seventh floor, which was a bit exhausting, apparently I wasn't in great shape, and found four men sitting down, obviously on their. Then I knelt by a hole and put two fingers through the hole. Suddenly a large brown cock pushed through and grew hard close to my face. It was dark, hard and veiny…“Come on baby suck that cock!” moaned a voice from the other side.I slid my lips around the head and then pushed them down the cock. My mouth was flooded with pre-cum as I heard a satisfied moan on the other side of the wall. I pumped the cock with slow and deliberate strokes, making that unknown guy moan…“Yes… babe, suck my dick”. The sea wall here altered ninety degrees and continued into the sea. On the other side of this wall, was about thirty feet of boulder breakwater, before you reached the main beach. The men walked out on this abutment wall and sat on it, feet in the sand. They were sat parallel to Trish’s deckchair, the guy closest to Pierre was right by his shoulder. Jacques introduced them, “This is Alain, Henri, and Thierry. Guys this is Dave and his exquisite wife Patricia, who you just met.” They all. On Sarah’s arrival we would give her the fucking of her life. Brad figured Sarah was a virgin cause she spent all her time studying. I hoped Sarah’s pussy hair was as red as the hair on her head.Later we would leave them tied to a tree.It would be an awesome afternoon!We targeted the following Wednesday because few people came to the park in midweek. My backpack carried the blankets and ropes. Brad carried the dart-gun in a small canvas bag.The three of us watched the girls play badminton.Brad.