Another guy slipped his finger under the waistband, fingering his hard meatus under the thin strip of fabric. Fuck, they always did that, the tattoos... that seductively curled under the hem, wrapping his shaved cock right down to the root, always drew them in. I mean, that's why Mitch had paid for them. Plus, the swollen knob almost burst out of the white G, the cocktail of drugs they fed him and the thick cockring kept him constantly hard and horny, as did Mitch's rule on cumming - or not. But I'm on the beach (right?) and suddenly everybody leave. It's in the middle of the afternoon and I'm all alone, but then that hot Swedish guy who performed "Popular" at the EUROVISION Music Contest suddenly comes jogging in the surf. I can't believe it's really him, and I get all excited and Wauw! because I really thought he was SOOO hot when I watched the show earlier this month. I'm thinking about calling out his name - Hello Eric! - but I don't dare. Fortunately enough he stops right in. "She grinned and leaned her head back as she just enjoyed the glorious sensation he was creating in her cunt. Then she kissed him on the nose and said, "And it is underhanded, too. Your hand is under my cunt. I hope it drowns!" By now she had his jacket, tie, vest and shirt off. The rest was easy except he wouldn't even cooperate by standing up.Cathy just glared at him, unfastened the waistband of his trousers, stood up while still holding the ends of his pants legs and then yanked. It almost. "I smiled. "I guess so, son. You have to find an open door. They are married so may sleep without someone watching or joining them." I know, Dad. I wonder if I'll ever find someone."Laura said, "How old was I when I married your father?"He thought for an instant. "You were thirty-five and Dad was thirty-nine. He was married before to our other mother in heaven." He brightened and then was saddened. "You hadn't been married before. Does that mean that I will have to grow old before I can find a.