Iris shivered, then winced when her shoulder hit a doorway. Her eyes flew open. Yes, the bedroom…this way. She guided Chrisanne past the guest bathr...oom and to the bedroom. She scrabbled backward with her hand for the door handle, turned it, and pushed it open. Chrisanne stopped dead. “Where is your bed?”Fuck. In the rush of all the blood in her body flooding south, she forgot about the lack of an actual bed in her bedroom. Since Jasmyn left and took her bed — she’d called to curse her out and. We had been on our holiday in Jamaica for about 4 days and found “our spot” by the pool with the right amount of shade for me and Sun for Sarah and the pool guys and beach butlers had gotten to know us, and what time we sauntered down, so towels all sorted, as was a glass of fizz for Sarah and a nice cold beer for me.I have to say, having a wife with gingery blonde hair, a more than an ample set of breasts (36D) who was happy to prance around in bikinis which were purchased when she was a 36C. Adrian played a bit with the pinkish opening, spreading, thinning it until he found Dylan’s hard cock and declared that he was going to lick it. He only licked the sides of the horse sized cock for less than a minute and then began concentrating on the Dylan’s ass hole again. This time he shoved two fingers deeply in the ass and along came his mouth down as well over the open hole. He licked there making some odd circles. Dylan’s ass was whimpering with pleasure as he felt the metal of Adrian’s. Had he been too brash to pull Anne’s hat out of its secret place? Had he moved too quickly? Lacey moved through the crowd, squeezing through the groups of cowboys and cowgirls, gently turning down offers to dance and smiling at the looks she was getting. She could see Wesley sitting off somewhat by himself, deep in thought, as she came back from a trip to the restrooms. Stopping by the bar, she leaned over the edge to loudly order another beer for him, the bartender having to lean close to hear.