I was there before Elaine came, so she had no idea I was up.When Elaine arrived Jan met her at the door in her running shorts and loose fitting t-shir... with no bra underneath. Elaine came in and after the customary pleasantries were exchanged, she raised her own t-shirt and began to nurse Jan. At first all I knew was that they were quiet in the breakfast nook, and after awhile I thought that they had left.I came in to get a second cup of java and saw a trail of clothes, leading to the breakfast. What's wrong with me, Lynn thought to herself, I've got to pull myself together. She reached for her fork, and made an attempt to eat some of the freshly caught fish Kate had cooked as a special treat for their evening meal."Funny," Harry chuckled, "most of the time being on the sea makes people want to eat. I remember one time about four years ago, before I went on my diet..."It seemed to Lynn that the dinner would last forever. She couldn't keep her mind on the conversation, couldn't keep her. "Oh, Jake. Please don't stop." My hands ventured to his neck. My eyes were still on her, but they were just starring off into space. His hands came both of my boobs and held them tight. Then his mouth traveled to my left nipple and began violating that one with his tongue with quick, but pleasurable licks. My body shifted to 'Freeze' mode as her lips came towards mine. She kissed me, but my lips failed to respond. My breaths were very little and infrequent, until his tongue departed from my. "Yeah." I nodded, stretching my body a little, so that my strap-on finally slipped free with a wet squishy sound that made me giggle.I felt a twinge of guilt or something though, thinking about Julie, but Jane just sighed happily and reached down with her hand to feel her pussy."I'm sore," she said with a grin. "And so wet! God!" She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand down to feel her sex, "Feel that? Get inside ... Yeah ... There ... Feel it?"She giggled as I felt around her puffy vulva.
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