Steve and I stripped in the room then ran to the water; my cock was flopping in the warm night air. Heather’s thighs began to quiver then pulse; she put her hands on my chest, opened her eyes and began to whimper soft sobs of ecstasy. My brother and I agreed we were quickly becoming frustrated. I enjoyed that thought immensely, and I could see that Steve agreed. “You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll take you anyway you want, you’ll begging me to stop.” My balls were caressing her ass as we fucked. We were in a small village; the closest large town was over two hours away on a one-lane hard-packed dirt road that turned to a very long mud hole when it rained, which was often. When they got to the beach all of us could see Steve’s reaction to the situation. Those two fuckers are naked!”
She smiled wickedly when Heather reminded her, “Yeah? They didn’t have large pendulous breasts; their tits were soft-looking mounds rising firmly from their chests.
