Slowly blinking to regain your vision, you can finally see what's before you. You are sitting on a beach, warm and vacant, with the ocean lapping back... at the shore during high tide. Birds roost nearby along with the gull that had so rudely awoken you."How did I get here?" you wonder aloud as you search your memories for anything relevant. Like a bolt of lightning, it hits you fast and out of nowhere. The memory of your plane is called forth. It's hazy and scattered but you can clearly remember. Then the day when we parted ways finally came. I moved to Berlin and the very next week she flew to Thailand. It's hard to imagine today but we lost contact within only a couple of days or weeks. Mind you, this took place years before Facebook and social media took off, before smartphones and apps. I only had her email address and her mobile number. Even when we were dating, she never responded to any emails. I think I never saw her using a computer once during our almost 3 years. The only. Herblond hair was tied into a bun. A bun, for Christ's sake. And this wasthe first time that I had ever seen her wearing a skirt. I didn't think thatshe owned one. Around the company's offices, I had only seen herwearing slacks or jeans. Her legs weren't too bad. Neither was thebody. Too bad her personality was so poor.She hadn't stopped complaining and whining since we had left NewYork City. She complained all the way down on the aircraft about theslow ticket agents, poor seats, lousy food,. He flicks his tongue out to slowly swipe all around his lips, licking up as much of her cum as he can.He comes back up the bed to me. He leans over the side of me and kisses me, giving me a taste of her sweet juices. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me more, deepening our kiss. Her pussy on his mouth tastes fantastic and I can’t wait to have her on my face next, and I say as much to both of them!She has a different idea, though. She says she wants to watch my husband fuck me.