Paul saw us moving around and I noticed he gently laid Lindy down on the bed as he continued to rub and pull her erect nipples. Lindy was on her back ...and Paul stood, moving next to Lindy’s head and sliding his hand down between her legs. She moaned as I had heard before, and I knew she loved his fingers inside her. Donna and I watched Paul’s hard cock next to Lindy’s face; she moved her head close to his cock and began to take a little at a time into her mouth. Paul was considerably longer than. ”“See what happens when you play games with me. See what happens when you wear those skimpy tight skirts and that top that barely holds your tits in.”“Just fuck me. I want your cock, now!”“I told you, I’m going to make you beg for it.”“Give it to me bastard!”“I like it when you demand and think I give a fuck. I want you to beg!”“Two can play this game.”“Yeah, but only one wins. Me!”“You think so, mister. Well, you’ve met your match. I’m going to bed. Let yourself out.”“Hey, get back here.. We sat in the shade and enjoyed the beach while sipping the strong cool drinks. I did my best, of course, to reign in my peaking as much as possible.Eventually I grew more comfortable, or more buzzed, and relaxed. From one corner of the beach near the resort we heard the bass sounds of club music and looked over to notice some people had gathered. "What do you think that is?" I asked. My mom looked slightly disinterested, "I'm not sure. But it looks like a lot of young people. Why don't you. The thought of having that thing buried in my rear door was uppermost on my mind and I honestly hesitated to suggest it because in all honesty I was a bit fearful of being stretched beyond my ability to adapt to his frenzied stuffing. I knew that most men got carried away in such circumstances and it was best to just relax and wait for them to reach their point of explosion and pretend that they were god’s gift to women and to you in particular.Then, he mounted me missionary style and all I.