He sank deeper into the tube, to help hide their actions. He kissed her hand, and it caressed his cheek. He breathed deeply when she began to lick the... underside of his member. His arms still hung over the tube, but his fists began to clench and unclench. Too soon her delicate attentions stopped. He winced as if he had been hit when her mouth left him. He felt her body press against him as she rose. Her hair hid her face as she emerged, like a mermaid of legend. He smiled broadly, this siren had. Starting this post, I said that when you wear a speedo, most people don't care and aren't looking at you... but even with his sunglasses on, I knew this guy was checking me out.As I walked past him I gave him the slightest head nod with a sly grin, which was my way of inviting him back to my place... What would he do?Walking up through the dunes to my back door, I could not feel him following me. Darn...There is an outdoor shower at my little beachside shack which isn't really visible from the. He stopped half way as if to tease, but she was having none of that: her hands reached back and grabbed his tight ass and slowly pulled him the rest of the way into her. The kiss never broke.They lay still, interlocked, for half a minute, frantically exploring each others' mouths, until the urge to do more overtook Mark. He started to thrust. Out, until his cockhead was lodged just inside her. In, a long slow heave as his ass-cheeks clenched. Out again. In again. Christine' thighs heaved to. Seeing this and understanding what was needed, Frank again grabbed Lori roughly by her hair, forced her face down to his balls and sneered “Lick my balls bitch” The last word he said with sharp emphasis and all the meanness of a man whose fantasy is overpowering and raping women and little girls. He turned Lori’s face to his and sneered into it saying “That’s what you want isn’t it, to be my bitch.” Lori closed her as eyes as if in shame and simply said “Yes, that is all I want, now and.