"It doesn't get much better than this, does it! If only we could guaran­tee getting weeks or months of weather like this, I don't think that I'd ever... go anywhere else on holiday! And I'm glad that you're here: I love my husband, but he doesn't really like doing this, he always has to be doing something active—and if he was here now instead of you, that would be sex."They were both sensible enough to know that gradual exposure to the sun was the best and safest course of action, so after a. And there, that sexy smile of his, again."How do I look?" - he asked.What can I say, to a question like this? He didn't wait for my never coming answer, he said:-"You look pretty good, you know... and I believe you think the same of me, according to your little glimpses in the locker room."So he knows that I like him... and he thinks I look good? This cannot be true, this is not happening... My heart was pounding faster than ever. I couldn't say a word a kinda just stared at him, as he. “But I was drunk and,” he broke off and sighed. “I think I just need some time too think about all this.” Looking back now I should probably have been more considerate, but I was young, stupid and horny. “You do that”, I told him and than pulled of my blanket. Unlike him I hadn't bothered to put my clothes back on. “I am gonna take a shower. If you want you are free to join me.” I said winking at him and making my way to the bathroom. From the corner of my eye I saw him looking at me and. I swirl my tongue around the head. He bucks his hips, grunts.“You’re lucky you have such a big cock.” I lick the big head for the camera, it flares. He groans, stiffening further. “It’s hard for me to resist. I know you want to fuck me, don’t you?” I suck him wildly, stroking the thickly-veined shaft while twirling my tongue around the massive head.After a thousand dirty BJ pictures, my ex takes a step back, his swollen, rock-hard cock pops from my lips. He pulls me down on the bed, spreads my.