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Brother John had been drained and Vicki and Annette were both satisfied. At least for the moment. The next day, however, when Vicki heard that her first lover had left, she was distraught. He had ignited fires within her that had only been smoldering before. It was only a matter of time, two days to be exact, before she yielded to the blandishments of Mr. Crisp.Annette had gone for the day and, after cleaning up from lunch, Vicki had showered and gone to her room for a rest. She heard Mr. Crisp. There were three guys on board; obviously they had seen her and noticed that her tits were out there for the world to see. As I watched the scene below, I noticed that she was making no moves to cover up. As the boat moved slowly in towards her and the dog, the dog began to raise a racket, complete with aggressive moves and bare teeth. She was shushing him, holding onto his collar which made her tits bounce like crazy. The driver of the boat hollered to her, asking if the pup would eat the boat. Her hands were busy squeezing, pushing, playing with her flawless 38s in time with each rock and roll. All he had to do is thrust, and he would once again know the heavenly embrace of Gilda. Just one thrust, and yet he was so enthralled, he could only lay there watching. Her plush, kissable lips twitched and her aquamarine eyes laughed at his plight.He was slowly pulled from his trance by the awareness of sound to his right. Soft and slow at first but increasingly louder, faster. His head began. I was lying on my bed listening to music and dozing when the door opened. Heather and Mark had arrived back from a party. They stumbled into the room and fell onto her bed not noticing that I was there. Too tired to say anything, I just turned up my music and pulled my headphones on tighter. I thought I'd just fall asleep, but hearing the bed creaking over my music curiosity got the better of me. I rolled over and started watch. Heather had pulled off her clothes and was undoing Mark's pants..
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