We agreed a time just after lunch. I started to give directions but she said not to worry she knew where I was. Fine, I continued home and had lunch.A... exactly the appointed time the doorbell rang and I opened the door to find none other than my tattooed lady standing on the door step. I was somewhat surprised, but of course didn't show it. She was dressed exactly the same as when I had first seen her, indeed I had never seen her in anything else, and seeing her face full on I decided that it. I dozed off to sleep and woke up to find her gone, but there was a scribbled note saying "Gone for a dip," so I asked one of the nearby sum bathers to keep an eye on our things and strolled down towards the ocean, the surf was full of frolicking people but I waded in to look for her, the water was up to my waist and there was still no sign of her but suddenly I felt a pair of arms snaking round my hips from behind and I laughed as two hands gripped my penis, she swam round me but then had to. Fingering her fast and licking her I felt droplets of something dripping onto my face as she screamed out and her body shuddered, her hand grinding my face into her cunt. “Yes, Yes, OH GOD YYYEEESSS” as her climax ripped through her. Standing up I turned her around to face me we had a little kiss as she sat on the bed, I pushed her onto her back.She opened her legs as I rubbed my cock over her wet gash, as John knelt at the side of her his fingers rubbing her clit as he sucked her nipples as I. He would twitch and gasp, until she was stroking him hard and fast and his gasps turned into moans. Christie herself was so turned on she threw her leg over his and pushed her pelvis into him. Danny’s hand on her breast moved to her pussy, but soon began to falter, his body shuddering, and then he was coming, his cum pulsing onto their stomachs. Christie continued to stroke until Danny protested that it was too much. She sighed and closed her eyes, reliving the moment, etching it in her.
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