My screams kept on increasing by every push. I bet anyone in the corridor outside our room could clearly hear me scream. I did not care at that point....ut of nowhere, he found my panties lying near the bed and picked it up while fucking me. He took the panties that I wore the night before and pushed it into my mouth to conceal my screams. He continued rubbing my clit while my orgasm built inside my womb. I moaned through the fabric of my own panties and released myself, I came the hardest in my. I finally gathered my nerve and, leaving my towel and sandals behind, joined the parade along the wet sand.By the time I got back to my towel, I was feeling much more comfortable. I was able to relax and just enjoy the freedom of being naked without fear of being raped or arrested. And I’d received enough appreciative glances that my pussy wet and tingling.An early-thirtyish blonde woman with a wonderful body approached me, “Hi. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”“Not at all.” I replied.Her smile. I think I just got distracted by the pain for a second there. I'm just going to go lay down upstairs." My mom put the spoon down and got up to give me a hug. Thankfully, her boob shifted back under her robe as she pressed her chest into me. "Awww, poor baby. Whatever you need. Take your time. I'm just going to be busy around the house, but I'll come check on you later." I headed upstairs, and laid down on my bed. The pain really was making it hard to deal and tiring me out. As soon as I laid. "She looked surprised to see me and said, "yes I remember, I hope Mr. Stevens, the manager, was able to explain that it is the presidents plane and not to be used by anyone else." Who exactly told you this?" I asked her."Well, I don't think anyone really told me that but when I asked about the Lear jet just sitting there I was told it was a presidential plane and was only for special occasions," she stammered."Well let me introduce myself, I am John McDonald and this is my wife Shannon.