As Mr Johnson’s ejaculations subsided, she rubbed his cock over them, smearing the last remaining bubbles of spunk over the mounds. Mick too could ...hold out no longer, and his own cock exploded with the biggest stream of cum he had ever achieved, hitting the side of the door and running down it in a serious of obscene rivulets. As his breathing calmed down to a more normal level, he watched as Miss Ford gave Mr Johnson’s wilting cock one last lick as she tucked it back into his trousers.. Somehow the silken bra came loose; you don’t know how nor care. Dress and bra are soaked through with sweat, almost drenched, and as the dress passes over your face, you experimentally stick your tongue out, tasting the rough fabric and your salt; it is wonderful to your senses.Your naked body, glistening with beads of sweat running off you like rain, is now against the dark wood of the barrel. My hands, still wearing the incredibly soft, supple leather gloves, move to your tits, your. I then started to tell her how I would screw her in the open air on a beach, as I started she sat on the table in front of me and brought both her hands in front of her cunt and started fingering it, it got me really excited and I also put my fingers in her cunt to help her and continued the story of how I would strip her on the beach and make her suck me and how I would spread her legs and lick her cunt, where other passerbys could see her getting screwed, as I told her how I would put my cock. Alan was an expert photographer, almost professional in ability, so we intended to have a full record of our activities to enjoy for years. We loved walking the beach, our feet in the clear water, me wearing the shockingly brief bikini bathing suit with which I had planned to keep Alan’s juices flowing and his cock hard. Ah, the best laid plans – no hard cock and I wasn’t being laid! Actually, things weren’t totally unpleasant in the area of sex. Alan was as disappointed as I was, but he tried.