No worries the masks filters the air very efficently.”I did what she recommended and an almost inaudible whirring sound hummed for a few seconds. Sh...e nodded satisfied and moments later went down the ramp and onto the surface of this world. The ramp behind us closed and the luxury yacht, which belonged to a Crime lord on Sin 4, flooded its Arti Grav cushions with positive gravitons and climbed back into the hazy blue sky without a single cloud but with smears of light brown colors.A stiff wind. Her other hand smacked the table. “Fuck!” Will’s hat hit the floor, forgotten.He slid his fingers into her wet opening and curled them to pull on the inside of her pelvic wall, tugging firmly in a quick forceful pulse. She lost her mind. Her hips bucked off the table, her back arched. Her heels dug a bit painfully into his back, her thighs clamped on either side of his head. Both her hands gripped her breasts through her blouse. His hand kept working, pulling in quick, steady bursts as his. I certainly don't fancy surfing with a shark."So the three of them piled back into RV after stowing the surf board and continued driving up the coast to Hawks Nest, on the northern peninsular of Port Stephens. It was a lovely spot, with a good mixture of housing for locals and holiday makers. Before setting up camp, Dave drove them around the town and all thought it was a very nice place, especially for holidays.The water looked very appealing, so they all went for a swim. Peter had taken his. Their lips met, and their bodies began to move in rhythm. Bria’s pussy squeezed tight around Paul’s cock, stroking it up and down as she moved. His strong hands cupped her ass, guiding her over and along his thrusting heat.“Oh, Paul,” Bria gasped, kissing him again, as she rocked up and down, angling herself over his moving heat. “I missed you.”“You missed this?” he asked, leaning his head forward to tongue Bria’s breast and draw her nipple into his mouth.“Yesss,” she gasped.His palms cupped.