She led the way back to their table on the covered veranda. They were overlooking the curved shoreline, and the view was magnificent. Already couples ...ere heading out to the beach. “I think the beach would be a great idea,” she said.The day before had been about relaxation and settling in. After their afternoon lovemaking, the Olivers had fallen asleep until the early evening. By then the storm had come in, and that precluded too much exploration. They had dressed and wandered around the resort. Holy crap! She was not waiting or wasting any time. Then, before I could say another word, she had my semi-erect dick in hand and her lips wrapped around my tool. Holy Shit!I was sweating profusely under my mask. I couldn’t hold back and shot my load deep down her throat as she squeezed my balls. Oh Lord!“Damn it, Sam!” she exclaimed, “You know I don’t like you cuming in my mouth!”I quickly apologized.“You really have to work on this,” she said, scolding me like a petulant child.“Fuck it,” I. But I didn’t talk to her. I know that I love her very much. But how is it possible to tell her. Whenever she came out of her home, I used Binocular to see her structure and I fucked her through my eyes. “What a height! What a hair style! What a lovely boobs! What a perfect buttock!” After I saw Fathima, I always prayed the God to give her. And that’s happened one day…It was a rainy day. All the roads are full of water. I woke up from my bed. I prayed the god to give Fathima to me once again.. It sure as hell felt as if I were trying to expel my balls out through the tip of my penis. It was the most incredible experience. Only one woman out of all the massage girls could ever achieve it. Two of the other girls wouldn't do it; one of the others was only a pale imitation. I suppose that Isis was just highly skilled.Isis was not a tall girl; few of the natives actually were. She was certainly no oil painting, conforming to that much maligned small breasted pear shape, with heavy hips.