Sandrine tried to pull her face away because every thrust took his cock far into her mouth. But she was held tight. The interaction quickly created th...e sort of sounds that come from a very wet pussy being fucked. Sandrine grunted each time Nelson’s cock hit the back of her throat. Every few thrusts she would exhale forcefully and quickly suck in air. Saliva was thick all around her mouth. From where I was I could see Sandrine’s bound hands. They alternated from tight fists to her fingers. Nat looked at his little sister as an alien man would look at her. Melissa stood about five foot five inches tall. Her beautiful face reflected the beauty of their mother and handsome visage of their father. Her clear fair skin radiated health and vitality. He had never seen her use any makeup. Her lips were red and full. Her beautiful nose crinkled when she smiled as she did, seeing him walk in. Melissa was a full-bodied young woman who had no time or desire to conform to "thin is beautiful". Normally I would ask, but ‘the little head was doing thinking’ at t the moment, so I waltzed on in. If this was to be the “Last She-Bang” then I was dressed for the occasion, that being a nice pair of pleated pants, properly tucked button down shirt and the like. “OK woman, glad to see you understand your place. Now undress me, and fold & place those clothes properly.”I have to say that if you ever get the opportunity to have a gorgeous naked woman that you about to fuck senseless undress you. . 1100 miles meant 22 degrees warmer. That’s damn near 74 ... I can tan before Brisbane! Great! I don’t want to be a pale reflection of my glory.What he didn’t tell me that the two degrees was more like two and a half... 200 miles was 5 degrees ... I found that out listening to the weather report. I also found out that heading for Perth by way of the bight would have been a disaster. Lee shore and 200 foot tall cliffs ... not my cuppa tea. Great surfing though. Great surfing means great surfers.