I fucked Hazel in the afternoon writing off some more of her wardrobe in the process, she reclined on the bed watching me as I came out of the shower ...and dried myself, we went into the pool and swam around a bit then I cornered her against the pool side as she wrapped her legs around me and I fucked her again using the buoyancy of the water to support her, the water tended to wash away the lubricating effect so the senses were heightened by the friction of the raw skin into her, she did her. "I wish I did it more often," I admitted. "But I'm pretty new to this. And nervous as hell." I understand," he replied. "I've only had a couple of guys suck my cock. Not that my wife sucks me anymore, but I enjoy getting a little rough, something she would never allow me to do. Guys seem to get off on me getting rough. Do you like it rough?" I nearly creamed my panties right there. "Yes," was all I could croak out of my froggy throat."Good. So, do you want to suck my cock?" he asked sternly.I. ”Taking one of his latest jars, he sat on his padded rock and, using a beautifully smooth stone he had found in the bathing area of the stream, began to work it against the inside of the jar. Then, when that was done, he changed to the outside. It wasn’t fast, but it did smooth out the roughness until, after a time, the surface began to be beautifully smooth, even to the touch.After he had worked through the few new pieces of pottery, he filled them with sand, molding it into a small dome to. I think I should take them off and dry them by the fire. Stop me if you wish." He began to tug them down. She wriggled a little, saying no, but her body movements were saying yes and they were soon down to her knees. Tom inserted two fingers very firmly and began to finger-fuck her. She buried her head on his shoulder and moaned. John, my other mate stood and approached them. He took her shoulders from behind and pulled her head back, kissing her on the lips, and moving his hands down to fondle.