“I’ll go get my things together.” After clearing the plates they each retired to their rooms to get their beach gear. Tegan slipped into her bikini. As bikinis went it was farly standard. She wasn’t a thong bikini kind of person but the bottoms still showed what she considered to be a good amount of her small butt. The top was the typical two triangles of analfist material connected by strings, one that tied behind her neck and one in her back. She tied it at the front before spinning it around and securing the cups over her small chest, testing to make sure the fit was not too loose before throwing her dress bag on. She stuffed a wide-brimmed hat, sunscreen and beach towel into a bag and met Sam back in the living room to go to his car. On the hour drive there was very little discussion. Sam’s phone generated a playlist of late 90s/early 2000s pop music they’d both grown up with and they made idle chit chat. Tegan just reflected that this was one of the few times she’d really done anything out of the house since she quit her job, discounting her trip to the sex shop with Angus. While she was by no means under the illusion that this beach trip was an entirely wholesome afternoon of fun in the sun, certain that Sam had something asshole planned for when they got movie there, this felt like the most normal thing she’d done in a long time. On arrival at the beach Sam found a park a short walking distance and they butthole proceeded down, staking out a quiet spot. Being the weekend the beach was busy but not crowded, with most visitors set up closest to the section of the surf deemed most safe for swimming. Letting Sam lead the way, they headed for a quieter spot in a different direction, only cementing the idea that he was going to put some moves on her while they were here and didn’t want too many people around. In part she was almost disappointed, but she didn’t let it affect her mood. They spread out their towels – hers looking like a large slice of watermelon, Sam’s in the black and gold colours of some sport team he supported. Tegan shed her dress and took out her bottle of sunscreen and squirted a good amount into her hands, spreading it on her arms and legs and as much of her body as she could reach before passing the bottle to Sam. “Would you mind?” she asked, turning her back to him. “Not at all.” Sam smiled as he took care of her back, mayble unecessarily sliding his fingers under the waistband of her bikkini bottoms. Once he was done Tegan returned the favour and they both settled back on their towels to soak up the warmth, Tegan put on her sunglasses and assfuck regarded the blue horizon. “Beautiful day.” “Yeah, not half bad.” Sam agreed as he lay back with his hands folded across his stomach. They lay in silence for awhile, listening to the surf. After awhile Tegan turned over and built up a mound of sand udner her towel as a makeshift pillow, her face turned towards Sam. “Hey Sam?” she opened. “Mm?” Sam acknowledged. “I don’t want to dissect last night, so I’m not going to, promise. I just had a question.” “Ok…” “Do you think a guy would want to date me? Like, knowing the stuff I’ve done lately.” “Is this about Trevor?” To further enforce her situation, I slapped her breasts over and over again, as if punishing them for their blasphemous size. “Oh, right.” Rachel led the way down the hall with Carol's hand in her own. He entered her spreadeagled pussy again missionary analfist style, forcing her legs up in the air. Mary didn't know what to do. I had to trust him and it hurt like hell as he eased it inside me. I was really glad that My pussy was oozing my juices. I didn’t want to go but my body just started doing as it was assfuck told. After clumsily fumbling with his button fly for what felt like forever, he helped me out, undid his jeans, and slid them off. Simply outrageous. You’re desert,” Shy said as I felt her long nail on my asshole neck. “It’s worth a shot.” "I owe you from Uni," she said. So fast. I swung the door open and there stood Arlene wearing a large trench coat and holding a medium sized duffle bag. I heard moans coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her knees fumbling with butthole Zeb’s zipper and pulling his pants down. After a long sip of her coke and a few comments about my flat she cleared her throat. The dudes are exhausted; the women, sleepy. A few hundred yards down there was an old storage building and Mike led Sammy to movie a side entramce. He could tell her what to cook, but how could he transition from that to; ‘Suck my cock’? She ran to the file cabinet and grabbed her clothes. Taryn screamed as the enormous thing penetrated his virgin asshole, stretching it inch by inch. Mother’s ample flesh jiggling.