I did love him. He picked up a strawberry and touched it to my mouth. I parted my lips and licked at the strawberry with the tip of my tongue. My eyes...never left his. He dragged the lush fragrant fruit across my lower lip, stopping to lightly push the tip between my lips. My lips closed around the tip of the fruit and my cheeks collapsed a little as I sucked. I stopped sucking and parted my lips, licking the strawberry and his fingers before biting heartily into the fruit. Jake ate the other. The thrill of having real sex once more was so enticing. Forget the shower, just skip to the sex, you thought. But the lingering caress of the rose took you away from the house, into a space all your own. The rose could touch your lips like only a rose could. Sweet, gentle, just an ever so shifty brush against your pouting lips. The rise could only caress your skin the way you needed. Slow, comforting, lingering in places that excited you (places your husband somehow avoided all these. She continues fucking me as her thumb finds my clit.‘Oh mommy’ I moan ‘you’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that.’‘Mmm, cum for mommy like a good girl’ she whispers ‘and mommy will cum all over you, would you like that baby?’‘Mmmm, yes’ I reply, muffled by a mouthful of her tits.‘Mmm, suck on mommy’s tits little girl, grind against my fingers and cum for mommy.’It doesn’t take much, I’ve been on the verge of cumming since she started playing with my pussy. A huge rush to my clit and my. There was a ring of beach rocks that made up a crude fire-pit. There was a stack of lumber on the side of it.The lumber wasn’t luck; Jess and I had staked out the site the day before and planted it there, knowing that we wouldn’t be able to load the cooler and a huge stack of wood into the limo. There was a chance that someone else would have found it before us, but it was still there when we arrived.The guys watched as the girls ran around on the beach, laughing, jumping, and rolling in the.