With that tan, you look very sexy." I'm sure I blushed.We talked some more and I outlined the pleasures of St. Maarten/St. Martin. I think Cassie was ...serious about going there. After I had finished my breakfast and cleaned up the dishes, I poured a second cup of coffee and we sat again at the kitchen table."Kayla came to see me last Sunday, Colin. She was asking a lot of questions about you. I think she is very interested in you, but she is being very careful. I don't think she can stand being. There was a swift, rabid pumping – a sudden flurry of desperately unrestrained finger-fucking as she yowled softly and ripped at the flesh of her heaving tit with her left hand.Just as suddenly, she let go of herself and opened her eyes. She focused on the coolness lightly washing over her skin as she struggled against the spinning sensation in her head.Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she brought the fingers of her right hand to her lips and tasted her own tang. Her eyes closed again.. ‘Have a nice weekend, Marge.’ Paul called out for the benefit of any interested party as he left at noon. ‘I plan to,’ Marge answered nonchalantly. After they got started on the road, Marge was full of questions about the cabin. ‘Is there a boat?’ she asked. ‘I haven’t been on a boat in years.’ ‘We’ll make sure that you get on one this weekend.’ answered Paul. ‘Maybe tonight, if there is enough daylight left when we get there.’ ‘Is the water nice?’ she asked. Paul didn’t know what she meant by. She has medium long dark hair and moves very purposefully. I mean, every movement is useful and well timed. Her arms look strong like she is used to manual labor.Mmm, I love real women and I spent the next half hour watching her go back and forth with the boxes. Se intrigued me so much that I forgot my coffee and when I finally took a sip I almost choked and spit it out. Apparently I made quite a nose as Angela seemed distracted from her boxes and for the first time looked in my direction.She.