Heading back down to the blanket decide to take in some sun while I wait in hopes someone got my SOS,About a hour goes by I hear the roar of a truck g...etting closer ,sitting up turn to see a truck pull up ,standing walking up towards the truck a tall tan silver haired gentlemen slides out he turns reaches for a thermos and his lunch box watching him my heart is pounding licking my lips then biting he has peeked my interest .Walking up to him say hello he nods keeps walking reaches my blanket. A week earlier she'd called the show's famous host, a quasi-comedian, quasi-pundit named Jerry Tomlinson, from her island home to suddenly offer her presence. Young Igwanda had been obliged to wade through several tiers of Tomlinson's highly protective staff to finally reach the man himself, but after he finally convinced them that the call was legitimate resistance melted away rapidly. Even so many years later, Meiersdottir's name was still gold with the celebrity-doting public, and hence the. I found none. She didn't repeat her request, just continued to look at me, her eyes boring into mine. Without quite registering what I was doing, I obeyed her, slipping my jumper over my head and dropping it onto the large pile of clothes next to me. I stood there in my bra and jeans, and for a minute I thought our eyes would stay locked forever. As if she had lost some sort of internal struggle she allowed her gaze to briefly dart downwards towards my cleavage and my exposed stomach. I stayed. " She rocked her palm over my lips, back and forth, increasing pressure on my clit. Please, let me be your peach, I thought.With a single motion, Tanya opened me and inserted what felt like all of her fingers. I jutted my pelvis skyward and groaned. I was so wet that when she slid in and out, in and out, I felt as if my pussy existed for nothing other than to accommodate her. I rocked, and as I let her fuck me, time seemed to stretch and pull.Suddenly the thrusting stopped, and I felt something.