We headed out to get some dinner, I asked her as we walked if it felt odd feeling the breeze on her freshly shaved pussy and she smiled, so did I. We ...had a lovely dinner where we kept the conversation fairly normal and then we wandered down the road to try out some bars. The first one was a bit of a letdown but the second one was fantastic. Small, intimate and full of great spirits and with a friendly barman who knew how to mix great cocktails. We were sat on barstools at the bar and as we. They used to stand quite near to where I was hidden and on hearing them talking I soon realised that it was mother and daughter.Although most of the men were looking for what we now call gay sex, a few of them were interested in the two women, coming over to them and talking to them. The older woman was quite open in her desire for sex and it didn't take much for her to hitch up her skirt and open her legs exposing a very hairy pussy. I'm pretty sure she never wore knickers and let, who ever. I shot gallons of cum, oceans of white hot hot white cream into her, emptying myself like a high-pressure fire hose when the nozzle valve is opened suddenly, as thousands of volts of sexual energy cracked up our spines and exploded our brains into the blissful space of completion, the ‘little death’ of climax. Gently, I disengaged, as my cock went limp inside her. This is the part I always hate, the parting. Like all horndogs, I wish I could stay in penetration forever, but Nature doesn’t work. Ginger stood about waist deep in the gentle surf and watched us, not knowing if Pepper was fighting me or we were playing. Bit by bit I drew Pepper closer to beach and got to the point where I could stand on the bottom with the water at chest level. I grabbed Pepper as she tried to dunk me, not realizing I was standing up and held her tightly against me and told her over and over that I loved her and we were here to relax and have fun. Then I told her something that she always hated to hear,.