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  • “Honey?” she said. “Tom’s cum is there too”. I didn’t answer but just kept licking her out, cleaning her pussy for her. We then got dressed and went into the living room and waited on our guests. They joined us on the couch, dressed in shorts and shirts, just like us. Both girls went braless, to Tom and my delight. After looking over some brochures, we decided on renting some bikes and just go exploring, then get some dinner. We all agreed that tomorrow evening we would do the winery and restaurant they have on the island. After a short walk, we found a bike rental place and rented 4 bikes, and took off. We rode all around the island. First, the outer areas where the parks and beaches were, stopping occasionally to take in the sights, and take pictures Of course the girls saw all the shops to browse for the next day. So Tom and I already knew what we’d be doing part milf of the day tomorrow. We’d be their bag men for all the things they would buy. But after a couple hours of riding around, we thought it best to stop and eat dinner. We picked this one place that had lots of people and figured it must be good. After a 45 minute wait, we finally got seated and ordered. Nothing fancy, just pizza and beer tonight. We already scoped out the Winery and restaurant and said we’d go there tomorrow evening. Dinner was good and we talked and talked. Angie fit in well with them, like she has been part of the family for a long time. “Ok, sir, I’m not sure how to take that comment.” They all move to another sofa to satisfy Ron’s request and their curiosity. She picked up the phone and rang Jerry at work. I don't care if everyone has gone back to their rooms by then!” Deb marveled. “You have the paperwork?” the stout man quizzed and she handed him a single sheet of notepaper together with the tag from her navel. The more time they spent licking my pussy and ass would be fewer minutes of being fucked and, though I liked being fucked, the knot going in and then out were likely to be the painful aspect over time, at milf least until my pussy was so used that it was left gaping open. “When you told me to stand, it wasn’t a request or a demand. Part to do with the pain and part to do with the excitement. I got excited and, later I went downstairs to talk to her. “But hey, that sounds great.