From the accents she could tell they were a good mix of Australians and backpackers - most of which were English. The few girls in sight were all gett...ing a lot of attention and without feeling too cocky she knew she looked a lot better than most of them. She entered the bar and could feel the eyes on her, the guy on stage called out on the microphone "just in time love. Wet t-shirt contest in 20minutes". A few guys cheered. She made her way to the bar and ordered a vodka and coke. A guy next to. "Yes," came Debbie's soft reply. "Good, now tell me, are you dripping wet?" "D-dripping," she intoned in a barely audible tone. "Very good, dear," Miranda replied gently, "now be a good little girl and flick your finger over your hard little clit!" Miranda didn't have to ask if Debbie had performed the required task as her ear piece was soon filled with the long low groan of a woman who was desperately close to orgasm! "Again you follow orders well, my dear," Miranda said softly, "now be a good. You, ya`know….”. “I thought about that”, she says. “But I know that there’s nothing wrong with it, and I know that I can trust you”. “Of course” I say. “What was up with you earlier?” I ask, feeling comfortable with the situation right now. “I was just nervous about talking to you about this”. I put my arm around her, and she leans in to kiss me. In no time at all, we are getting into it again. I pull off her towel, revealing her breasts, which I had already become acquainted with,. I was close to cumming and told her so, “I’m gonna cum and your going to swallow it, that’s what you want, to taste my cum, right?” “Yes, I always want your cum in my mouth, please cum in my mouth, I need it.” With that I put my member back in her mouth and started rocking back and forth, slowly fucking my wife’s mouth. I was so close and then I grabbed her hair and held her head there as I pumped my cum deep down her throat. After a few seconds and spurts of cum Cindy pulled back off my dick.