Tom asked her if she owned a string bikini.“No, why would I own a string bikini?‘It could be something to wear on the cruise I am asking to go to ...with me.”“Oh Tom... , are you kidding me again... , when?He gave her the date and told her it was a seven night cruise out of Tampa.”He could tell she was excited but she did questioningly say, “Do you really want me to wear a string bikini?”“Well if you did, you wouldn’t be wearing it long.”“Oh Tom... , you know when talk that way you get me. Soon enough they swapped over and she started swallowing the first guys long penis, even adjusting her position so he could fuck her throat not just her mouth. As much as she was enjoying this, she was hungry for cock, pulled him out of her mouth and said she needing to be fucked like the dirty fucking slut she is. The guy down at her pussy stood up, lined his cock up at her pussy lips and slammed himself fully up her in one go “oh god that’s it!” She cried out. “The dirty bitch took it all in. So after that most English of ice breaking rituals, a cup of tea, I was led upstairs to where the "magic" happened. A large bedroom that had been turned into a makeover studio with a professional looking table and mirror set up covered in cosmetic items and well lit and,just as advertised, a wardrobe and a couple of free standing rails of female clothing that initially piqued my interest too. I had bought my own Holly outfit in a small hold all. I had decided on on of my little black dresses,. The intermittant glimpse of damp, red-gold curls, coyly peeked from under the split of the towel as she sashayed from her bath. My gaze shuddered up each long, graceful curve as she approached until I was lost in the dialated, dark pools of of her glittering, green, upturned eyes.Wrapping my arms about this humid beauty, I was engulfed in the light, yet musky odor of her cleanliness. Our lips met in a soft, exploratory caress, the sweet softness of our nibbling and tender sucking building, as.