We both worked on our laptops during the in-flight movie—some trashy family sitcom—and lost our battery power at about the same time.The flight at...tendant brought us a brandy and we toasted our return to reality. She pulled my head to her and kissed me softly, "Thanks for the nice ride. I feel almost human. I hope you see lots of nice looking girls on the beaches!" Then, she sat back and giggled, "Oh, and thank you for doing my laundry."I blushed. "Uh, it was my pleasure!" Of course, how likely. The green flag indicated a fair, but non-fatal hit, and the black flag indicated some sort of a violation of rules.I walked around on the fighting area and found that the sand covered some sort of very hard subsurface. The combination resulted in a very good fighting surface. One could easily swing any sort of fighting weapon, such as a sword or a knife, without feeling any tendency for one's feet to slip. That was true whether one wore the common slippers or used his bare feet.All in all, I. He grabbed a fistful of her long hair and pulled. Not a tug or a quick jerk, but a sustained pull resulting in Jill’s arched back further accommodating Brent’s thick swollen cock that pounded her ass unmercifully. Jill writhed and moaned while the man-piston pummeled her. The morning fuck was brutal, unlike the previous night’s joinings. Last night, Jill had taken the lead, giving head and rolling into positions for Brent to fuck her. Brent was in charge this morning and during the hard. After I made sure I had licked up and swallowed every drop of his spunk and cleaned his still hard pussy plunger, I finally stood up.I leaned in and kissed him hard, letting my hands wander down his back and onto his ass. I gave him a few firm slaps and then squeezed his butt cheeks, scrapping my fingernails across the tight young buns.We eventually climbed out of the shower and picked up two big fluffy towels. I took great time and pleasure in towelling off my son's hunky body. Rubbing the.