” And he hung up. I was so angry….FridayThe Brazillians were dark skinned and were in good shape, they looked like brothers but didn’t speak mu...ch English. I was bent over a couch and one of them was squirting baby oil in my ass. One man had spent the last 20 minutes sticking bigger and bigger dildos in my ass, stretching my ass wide, wider than it had ever been before, while the other wanted me to suck his big dark cock. “Oh yes baby, you lovely beetch!” the man behind me said and just then. Careful maneuvering showed us holes and channels in the reefs and ridges, this situation held until we turned east at Sleeping Bear dunes. It was still awfully shallow all the way to the entrance to Grand Traverse. Then it got interesting.From the air we could see where the shore lines ... yes shore lines ... had been in years gone by. From ridges in the water to beach shelving inland along the shore, it was easy to see the lake had been much higher. We flew them too, though I doubt anyone will. Receiving no answer he picked up his suitcase and headed upstairs to unpack. He figured he'd hop in the shower and clean up before one or both girls got home.Walking into his bedroom he received a surprise however. Lying on his bed, with her legs spread wide open, was Angela. Two of her fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy as she looked over at him. "Welcome home," she said. "Why don't you come on over here and fuck me like you've missed me."He pulled his shirt over his head as he. Alberto’s eyes almost came out on stalks when he met them. They looked like the golden prom, king, and queen of the year. Delia was petite and stunning, and Jacques was lithe and unbelievably handsome. In contrast to Peter, they were also very engaging with Alberto. Alberto didn’t want to get ahead of himself with their friendliness but got the feeling that there was an element of suggestiveness about their body language.As Alberto lay in bed thinking about them, he couldn’t stop imagining.