We anchored in a safe spot 20 meters from the shore as dark clouds gather above with cool blowing gusts. I needed to get some supplies like fish, fres...h fruit and water so i took my hunting knife and rope and dived in to swim ashore.When i got to the beach it didn't take long walking along before i noticed some banana, coconut trees and papaya, rain drops started to fall as i went to work picking the fruit. When i had a good sack full and rested under a well sheltered palm tree as the stormy. I moved in close kneeling on the cake and presenting my beautiful breasts as a target for my his cock to splatter. Wiggling awkwardly because he was impaled squirming while fucking himself on Claire’s cock, he let loose with another blast of semen, first hitting me in the face, and then squirting all over my beautiful breasts, making them glisten with come. The crowd went wild as I massaged the come into my breasts letting one of my girlfriends lick it off my face.Claire pushed my husband back. ’ ‘Good,’ she wearily rolled her eyes, ‘I don’t know, but that pill the Doctor gave me earlier is getting me fucked up,’ she began to childishly giggle, ‘Ooops, is Mom here?’…giggle…’I know she hates when I say fuck…giggle giggle…but you ought to hear her and Dad going at it, and they’ve been doin it a lot lately…giggle, giggle, giggle…talk about a nasty mouth, Mom says stuff like…’ ‘That’s enough, Brittany,’ I interrupted her, trying to keep from smiling while Kara quietly snickered over in. We continued to stay away from those activities and decided that if the conditions were right we might give sharing another try.You notice that I always refer to the activity as sharing. We didn't consider ourselves to be swingers. Suk and I defined swinging as a high production fucking of another's wife or husband. There was little friendship, but rather the exploitation of each other's sex organs. That just wasn't us. Any one that we shared each other with was truly a friend and the sex.