Now I could clearly hear Cynthia sighting and moaning and judging by the shaking of their bed, he must have been fucking her quite fast and deep too.I... did recognize the familiar; almost plaintive noises that Cynthia always make whenever I fuck her. This went on for a few exasperating minutes - during which time her noises making became still louder - I knew that she was having a climax since I did recognize the pitch of her voice. At last the bed stopped shaking and my wife moaning also stopped. T’s bedroom on her dresser with the door to the hallway to the right along with Mrs.T’s large walk-in closet and to the left was the bathroom with a king size bed and a chair in the corner facing the hallway and dresser. First door to the left leaving Mrs T’s room was her daughter's bedroom, then the kid's bathroom with my best friends room at the front of the house. I was staying in the daughter's room as she was gone for the weekend to a friends house.That Friday afternoon my friend asked his. We set ourselves up toward the back of the beach. For those who don’t know Brighton’s naturist beach it is simply a part of the beach that has had a mound of shingle raised at the back and a little down the sides. This mound shields you from view from the promenade but many clothed people choose to walk across the beach and voyeurs sit atop the mound in search of seeing the naked bathers. It is a designated ‘official’ naturist beach but is more a clothing optional beach as a fair few people use. I grabbed her by her hips and lifted her up, to have her sit with her pussy on my face. I opened her pink pussy lips, again licked her gorgeous cunt, played with her clitoris and shoved a finger into her tight little butthole. Soon she had another orgasm and lay down next to me, quite exhausted.Within a minute she fell asleep. I looked at her beautiful body, could not get enough of it. I covered her with a blanket and then pinched my cheek, just to make sure I was not dreaming. Soon I fell.