I was laying down in the sand.Janna was sitting on beach towel .Her legs were in line with my dick.She was applying sun oil to her body.Her legs were ...shining with sun oil.Me; give me oil.Let me do it for you.Janna; no, thank you.I can do it.Me; let me apply it to your back.I began rubbing her back and waist.And,I put a little oil in my palm.And, I began rubbing her leg.Janna; no, there is oil at my legs.I kept rubbing oil to her legs.I was not listening to her.I began rubbing her feet with. It was then I started to feel every inch of my cock sliding forcefully down her throat in what seemed like hours. I would cradle her head and ram myself the full length and when I pulled out she would sigh with the deepest primordial groan. How could I not refuse? The beauty of the two of us in such an energy she had opened up drove her lust for my cock. A lust which seemed unwavering as I would strain to penetrate her even further. She would finally cum her legs wide open to let the energy. A pillar of the small farming community I call home, an elder at my church, and decent enough looking that women have commented on it over the years, particularly my blue eyes, which contrast with my weathered skin, I guess. I always choose my words carefully with men and women alike, and I like to think I am polite to a fault. I rarely touch wine or spirits. “Treat others as you would be treated,” my folks taught me, and that’s served me well enough. In the final days of autumn I bring in the. He caressed them, allowing his thumbs to play on those nipples, and he gazed as she breathed deeply and pressed them forwards to him. As she did so her hands fell to her sides and inside the waistband of her French knickers. They continued their downward movement to slide the flimsy garment down her legs. She stepped elegantly from them, kicked them gently away, then slowly stepped out of her shoes. She pushed Mike gently backwards onto the bed, and swung his legs around so that he lay.