Red said, "Why not give the young whelp to me?" He's not ready for your training. He needs to learn how to fight first. If we have time, you will trai...n him to scout. We could use another scout if he can learn and Miranda doesn't kill him teaching him how to fight. I expect he will be bruised in ego and body soon." There are worse ways to go." Red chuckled. "She might fuck him to death."I chuckled, "Like you said, there are worse ways to go."We settled in for our evening meal. Miranda came in. Her toes, breasts, and face were the only body parts that broke the surface of the water. Looking down, Maggie could see water separating her breasts like two islands bobbing in front of her.As she continued to roll, Maggie's gaze was again drawn to the Brazilian couple. Their sunbeds were pushed even closer together now. The woman was lying on her stomach, her bikini top undone, and the man; her boyfriend? Husband? Lover? was rubbing oil on her back. Maggie watched as the man expertly worked. By now my hands had slipped enough to the bottom of her cheeks so that I could slip a finger right under the entrance to her pussy. It was indeed very wet, very wet with her juice and his spunk. Now she had one hand on my throbbing cock and another hooked around my neck. “Tell me what you’d do then, tell me why should I let you fuck me” she said as she hung there. “tell me what you thought as you wanked off over my stuff, as you just listen to me getting fucked”. As she said this i. One night, before the evening temps got too brisk, I remember Carla and I had just made love when she suggested we go outside and join my mother in the back patio, and so we did. Carla wore one of my many black T-shirts that fit her like a daring mini-skirt. I stepped outside completely naked, as I had before in the summer, with my mother for company. Mom was out there already and the three of us sat around, Carla and Mother in lounge chairs, I on one of the patio benches near the wooden picnic.