It was only when she was inches away from me that I noticed that she was also wearing a g-string the same colour as her tanned body. “That bloke is ...going to have a good night” I thought. As the women walked, their boobs were jiggling under their bikini tops.A few minutes later, at the edge of an old square, Jim led us into a fairly nondescript bar, “This bar serves the best tapas in Alicante.” Jim told us. I was surprised, the bar didn’t look great but once we had been through the door, the. After that she started emailing them and keeping in touch.Eventually my wife found out that both Samantha and Debra were going to be in Philadelphia on business for three days and suggested that we meet them there. The girls agreed and we booked a suite for us with two bedrooms. My wife was so pleased to finally meet Samantha and Debra. I was very glad to see them again myself. That first night in Philadelphia my wife made love to both women for over an hour. She loved her very first experience. It was a beautiful sight, bright white cum running down the black skin of his cock.Patrick quickly reached over, grabbed a towel and whipped himself, then me off. Then we went right back to kissing each other, open mouthed, tongues in and out. Patrick had a large mouth, huge tongue and thick lips, I loved kissing him. It one of the few times I felt a little submissive and dominated, and to my surprise, I loved it.Neither one of us lost our erections after coming, we were both still hard and. "Ow stop!" she cried out in pain. I pulled away as quick as I could. "What the fuck was that!" she demanded."That was a brutal attack on your non-existent g-spot, and I am dreadfully sorry." I don't have one!" You said that, but I think you do." But we tried to find it once.." Well we just found it now. And much too directly, and I am sorry I hurt you." Well, it didn't exactly hurt. It was just too much... something. I'm sorry I yelled." That describes a g-spot exactly. A direct assault is too.