I was walking past when I saw his cock was in his hand, and he was slowly wanking himself.It was a spur of the moment decision. I slipped into the pas...senger seat and said; “Don't keep all the fun for yourself.”And before he had a chance to react, his cock was in my hand.“Don't worry. I want your spunk as much as you want to spill it, so carry on watching the sporting cunts over there. I will take care of your cock.”The look of shock on his face was soon replaced with one of lust, as he realised. Smiling for the first time in days, I set aside my empty wine glass, picked up the almost full bottle of wine and headed toward the bedroom, where I retrieved my black high heels, grabbed the cuffs and vibrator from the nightstand draw, and headed upstairs to the cabin’s attic.Forgoing the lights, I lit a few candles instead. Tonight, I planned to indulge in my darkest fetish, autoerotic asphyxiation. For as long as I can remember, I’ve fantasized about death by hanging, the seductive way the. "Since the moment I met you," he confessed. "But of course I couldn't, because--ah, shit, what difference does it make now?" Right," Joan chuckled.It didn't make any difference what had held him back, because now they were doing it. Nothing was holding him back now. He growled with lust and pounded his steel-hard cock into her smoldering cunt-depths, and she wailed with pleasure."Mmmmmm, baby, you're fucking me so good!" she whimpered. "God, I love it!"Her naughty remarks just spurred him into. There were half a dozen girls around the grove waiting to cater to me, all naked, all gorgeous. The sun was just rising over the ocean.Nancy had been some distance away, and now she entered the grove, casting an adoring glance on me while she curtseyed, then bent over the moss-covered log. I looked at her perfect breasts hanging down just a little and the sexy pink skirt she had on, and my penis rose. I sidled up behind her and reached over to hold both breasts, then moved my hands up onto her.