” I ordered. Mia opened her mouth and sucked my tongue, tasting her own pre-climax juices. My wife’s face was inches away and she looked both frus...trated and excited. Mia and I broke the kiss and I looked at my wife.“Would you like some of this?” I asked my wife.“um… no” my wife replied, seeming very embarrassed.I lowered my head, once again, to Mia’s wet center and proceeded to give her a good tongue-bath – her juices again covering my tongue and lips. Again, I raised up but this time brought. Back to the small two bedroom beachfront home that Mother and I had inherited from her Great Grandmother Ward. Creeping quietly into the only bathroom in the ancient bungalow, I snaked my way past mother’s bedside commode and shower stool. Frowning, I pulled off my swimming cap than slipped the swimsuit straps down my arms, laughing as I found the ocean’s gifts nestled between my breasts. First there was the healthy handful or two of sand gathered in various areas under my breasts and between. Watching them as they swayed off on their stiletto heels, with their hips rolling in a promise of fulfilled lust, I knew it would take at least that long for my engorged cock to relax. And I worried that the cocktail hour could bring more intimate situations. I say I worried - that's not really the right word. I looked forward to additional treats and teases, touches and accidental brushes. I hoped and prayed for more opportunities to catch glimpses of exposed flesh. But I was fearful of. I got naked and sat in the chair already with a hard cock. Linda said she said hopes we enjoy the gift but she had to head off for work. Mike stayed and pulled a video camera out of his bag and said he was going to make a video for us to have. The blonde who said her name was Tracy and the Black guy who said his name was James, we later found out Mike had found on Craigslist started to take there cloths off. Tracy had an amazing body, James had a chiseled body and when he took his pants off.