So that was what a real orgasm is, I thought to myself. Holy shit. I can’t believe we just watched that. Oddly Patrick hadn’t stopped, he kept ...going at it for another minute. Savannah had just gone mostly limp. Her head slowly rolling back and forth. Then Patrick did stop. Stop licking. He slithered up her, his lips kissing her flat tender tummy, red brown like the rest of her. He pushed her shirt up as he went up. Her bra stayed on her but her top was up to her shoulders. Patrick. You're certainly deserving, and more!" She gazed back at me, and said, "How can you be so nice?" My response was, "With a woman like you, it's very easy!"We left the pool area after awhile and returned to my suite. "So, young lady, what would you like to do now. Shall we talk?" Jenn stayed in her towel, sat on the love seat, and patted the cushion next to her. "Yes, let's talk some more. I love to hear you talk." We chatted about anything and everything. She's going to school, majoring in. She stood there naked, just watching the ocean she’s so gorgeous. Well what to say about the honeymoon. We fucked a lot. We made love even more. After we returned to the plantation we got back to making the time line. Kept searching and cataloging. Niya’s dream was to write a book about all of our families history sharing with the world how we broke the boundaries of hatred and racism and ended up together forever. So that’s what we were doing. We worked hard on it for years, but never so hard. On the back pouch, after stretching her lithe body and pretending someone was watching, she slipped on her jeans and sneakers.Her tits bounced in the skimpy top as she ran through the woods. Laddie, sated and happy, romped with her, barking and wagging his tail in gratitude.She plopped on the ground, out of breath. She looked around the deep rippling pool that spilled out from the waterfall beyond. It looked so inviting.She tore off her jeans and stood up, modeling for an imaginary boy. Her.