He placed it in the ash-tray on a nearby table. “Fuck, that was awesome,” said Susan. “I’m still shaking,” she added. “Glad you enjoyed,�...� Paddy replied.” “Now where do you want this?” he inquired pointing to his hard, thick member. “Help me up,” said Susan as she held her hand up to Paddy. He pulled her to her feet and she immediately threw her arms around him and gave him a passionate kiss. He responded as he lifted her off her feet by placing his hands under her butt and lifting her up. She. . brotchen, butter, honig, wurst, musli, milch and saft. (buns, butter, honey, sausage, muesli, milk and juice). The trim young maid came in and put the food on the table then went back to get the coffee and hot chocolate also on offer. The breakfast maid was a very pretty young girl wearing a very short working smock that was completely see through. No bra or panties were visible underneath that smock giving any observer a lovely view of her young breasts, her round butt cheeks, the gentle. He was taller, he was 'longer' and he was darker, being half Pakistani. He was also much more comfortable at this beach that Earl thought he could ever be. Any girl he wanted, even if they didn't share a common language he would approach and win her admiration. Earl wasn't bad looking at all; he was slim, groomed himself well and had a decent tan all over after discovering his new love, the nude beach. However Kal radiated confidence. At one pointed he'd been flirting with a girl, who's father. Whether or not I survived the night would depend solely on my ability to stand on the balls of my feet for a rather lengthy period of time. I instinctively knew that the duration of my torture would be determined by how long it took my wife and her new lover to fuck. I expected them go for at least an hour. Maybe two. Both Gerry and Tony would be extremely excited by my predicament, and I could probably anticipate them fucking three-to-four times before exhaustion finally set in. ?Turn around,?.