When I pulled the boat along side and put the ladder out, he said he was freezing and I got the beach towel to dry him off. I used the towel to sponge...the water out of his trunks and got a hold of his penis while doing so. It was, of course, shriveled up from the cold but as I continued to dry him I could feel it swell just enough for me to realize how big it might really become. I could even feel it through the beach towel. I playfully removed the towel and rubbed his manhood with my fingers. She gasped happily as I kissed and bit her, her hair tickling my face. She pushed her arse back, into me, and rubbed against my manhood teasingly, giggling. I turned her head by the chin and pointed her towards the main door to the pool area. There, cast in shadow, stood a figure watching us. Jess’ whole body stiffened at the sight, her breath catching in her throat. “He’s back.” I told her. She didn’t respond for a second, but I soon felt her arse begin to work back against me again. I went. Only his eyes would have given him away, had anyone cared to notice, for they were constantly on the move, roving, searching. It wasn't long before he found what he was looking for: a young man, about 19, probably, sitting along under a tree, drawing what he saw in a sketchbook across his knees. Drifting silently up behind the boy, Camorra looked over his shoulder, careful not to cast a shadow to betray his presence. What he saw made him smile wistfully, for the young artist had drawn many. Then he just sood there until his knot plopped out again, dribbling cum all over the carpet.The guys all applauded the show and chased the dogs outside – after all, they wanted to keep her for their own pleasure. At least for the next 24 hours.She was dragged outside where the garden hose, with it’s icy cold water, was cruelly thrust first into her pussy, then into her arse, flushing the blood and cum out. She was passed caring and just gave in to them.When the water stopped flowing out of.