Savouring the moment she made a thirty-year old man cum, Gina giggled then moved back against my still spurting cock, wedging it downward into the cum-covered crack. Though we remained in the dark and I could see precious little. Then tentatively I dipped in my tonguetip. As one tired, they’d take it in turns to bop merrily, limbs stretching to give brief yet tantalising flashes of flesh, until finally the novelty wore off. Despite the bickering and childish humour, the girls were mostly friendly towards one another, and I caught myself wishing wistfully that I still had friends like that. Though it was never too late… In fact, it was barely halfway through. “It’s okay, do it inside my bikini bottoms,” she whispered. Already I had a feeling the day was going to turn out fun, though just how much fun remained to be seen. Though I was sadly sober owing to my disposition, their love of life was infectious and intoxicated me in a whole different way.
