Dawson was a handsome black guy, tall and muscled; my sweet wife had put her eyes on him; but she told me for sure that she had not fucked him…yet�...�As they arrived, I poured them some drinks.My sexy Ana was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a loose flannel shirt and a jacket, since she said the evening was a bit cold. As Matt hugged her, he said that she looked hot in these tight jeans.Ana giggled, looking at Dawson; but the black guy just stared at her from head to toes and he said. ” “I know it’s early, but what do you say we head on back to my place?” “Gladly,” replied Paradise. This was it. This was going to be her night of fun. No strings attached, no commitments. Just one night of sex. As soon as they were in the taxi they were all over each other, kissing hungrily, their hands all over each other, their bodies rubbing up against each other. Paradise was so turned on. She never realized how much she had needed this until now. Thankfully Oscar’s house wasn’t that. "You're a good dancer."He smiled, his even teeth white in his tanned face. "My parents insisted I learn how to dance," he said. "I hated it at the time, but these last few years I'm glad they did." The music started again. "Another dance?" Love to," she murmured.He wrapped her in his arms, engulfing her senses. The dance floor was crowded, but it felt like it was just the two of them floating across the dance floor in their own private world.The dance ended all too soon, and Greg led her off. " Ah, the ever-charming Marcy. Ready for me to do not-nice things to your body?" Like slathering sunscreen on me?" No, I'd get one of the ladies to do that, and only between the shoulder blades. You can reach everywhere else without a problem.I began their day at Barracuda Beach by taking them on the nickel tour. We started with the cottages which linked the parking lot at one end and the clubhouse and campgrounds at the other. "There are about 80 cottages for year-round residents. They're.