You and I can never afford to spend a week at such hotel at Capri, at least not for the time being when we have so much expenses at the summerhouse."S...he was right about that because the romantic island of Capri is the most expensive of all Italian holiday resorts and therefore popular among rich and famous people.I continued shouting, "Do you still love that damn fucking creep?"Sandra had turned pale when she replied, "No, of course not. I love you and you ought to know that you are my only. She came hard yet again squirting, her juices soaking my thighs and covering the blanket and my jeans.I pulled out of her for a second, gathering breath, trying to calm down so I didn't cum too fast. As I stood there admiring what lay before me, she slides off the table and turns around, bending over the table offering up her rear to me. With her hands now behind her she spreads her ass and opens up her pussy lips for me. I didn't care by now and just wanted to fuck her so bad, my cock and. What an odd thought to have as you cum. A woman's makeup has never done it that much for you in the past. Her tits, her ass, her talking dirty, sure, but never has a woman's makeup helped do you in before. Shit, you realize that you just came inside the bottoms. No way that you can wear those caked with cum. You look down and there's a wet spot, but no huge thick white cream that you expected. You bend more to see, expecting to see your cum higher near the band or even out the top onto. We took turns getting out of the water and jumping back in from the big flat rock.Tom and I exchanged glances as we watched her crawl up the rock, her bare ass cheeks shining from the water. Karine and I had a similar moment floating together and watching the water cascade down Tom's naked body and off the tip of his cock as he stood to jump back in from the rock. I actually heard her say "Ooh lala..." How French is that?! Karine had no problem coming up to me or Tom and hugging on to stay.