I kissed her pussy area and slowly started to lick her pussy. She held my head and told me to keep licking it.My wife was enjoying the lick but I told...her not to cum. I licked her pussy deep and she could not control herself and cummed. She was now getting restless and begging me to put my cock into her pussy.I denied and told her to beg more. “Please Zubair, it’s itching and burning. Please do it to me.” I started to tease her and asked, “Do what?”She told me, “Please enter my pussy, please. In her delirium she tore off her panties and flung her legs wide.Daph stared aghast. “Vicky! Wha… What the hell is that?” she stammered, pointing at her friend’s clitoris. It was now as big as a pickle, smooth and slightly curved. Before their wide eyes it swelled and lengthened, until it reached at least ten inches long. Then a bell-end formed and a slit opened up at the tip, from which a thick white fluid started dribbling.“Is that… is that… a dick?” Daph whispered.“What’s happening to me?”. The beauty of the ocean, the constant rhythm of the waves, and the sensuality of young nubile vacationers, all stirred a forgotten passion deep in Jo Anne’s soul. Susan was blond, athletic, tanned and perky with a cute smile and sunny disposition. Years of competitive swimming had given her broad shoulders and muscular arms and legs. Jo Anne, while friendly, had a certain formality to her manner and a penetrating look that demanded attention. Though not a flirt, Jo Anne could stop a man in his. .”“You WHAT!?” Diana almost yelled.“We pissed. Mick got us up to The Glade so fast this morning that I didn’t get to go to the toilet. By the time the sun was up, and the fog was gone, I had to pee like a racehorse. So, we walked to the edge and we peed together.”“Together.” Tasha had an expression of disbelief.“Yeah.”“Diana, can I talk to you for a bit?” I asked quietly while the others were engaged in pee talk.“Sure, Mick.”She stood and followed me out the back of the clubhouse to the area.