She sat on her haunches in the sand and thought, her tits crammed against her thighs. Then, as quietly as she could, she crept back up the smooth sand... dune and peeked over. She wanted to see them again. She wanted to watch them. Her tummy fluttered with a strange thrill.They were both moaning softly, wrapped tightly in each other's arms. Vickie had a perfect view of the young man's pale ass cheeks as he pumped his cock up and dawn, back and forth, into the cunt of the girl beneath him. His red. As she fucked me, she looked at Deborah who was still wide eyes and smiling and said “I just loved getting fucked by man in nylon”. Deborah peeled off her leggings and panties then moved back to the chair and started to finder herself while watching us fuck.Before long my wife had her first shuddering orgasm and fell onto the bed on her side. I instantly got up and slid my cock into her, pumping her hard and fast as she continued to moan. Then she lay on her back so I could fuck her in. Suddenly, he groaned, thrusting forward just a little bit. Again, I grit my teeth in anticipation, but it wasn't what I'd thought. Instead of a fierce, fiery pain, all I could feel was a hot, soothing, damp sensation. It took me a minute to figure out what it was, but then it hit me -- he was pissing inside my ass! My gawd, one of the greatest guitarists in rock'n'roll was standing behind me and filling my sissy-whole with his piss! It was so dirty, so nasty, so goddamned raunchy . . . and I. On the lips. Oh, pleaseno. I had another big erection, which I had to conceal with my coat.Jake had brought Jamie to the airport and I studied his face andactions for clues to whether he had been porking his nephew. Theresults were inconclusive.Driving home, Jake drove his car and Rita, who says she gets sickriding in the back seat, rode shotgun. That put Jamie and me alone inthe back seat. Double groan.Rita was Chatty Cathy about the honeymoon, speaking almost constantlythe whole way home. I.