I asked Jon to take a look to see if the red marks were still there. He didn’t need to look; he has already seen them, even below my T-shirt. That meant that other people could see which worried me a little. After breakfast we packed a bag and drove to the harbour in Ibiza town and got onto a ferry to an island called Formentera. The journey took just over an hour and it got quite windy which presented a problem as we walked around the boat and when it came to go up the outside stairs teen I’m sure that I gave the people below me anal a great view. Come to think of it Jon must have been showing a lot as well. When we eventually arrived we walked up the harbour and to a place that had lots of bikes outside. Jon said that it was the best way to get round and judging by the number of people in the shop he was right. We hired 2 and as I climbed on mine I was thinking that it could be fun sliding from side to side on the saddle, just like it was fun Slave riding Jon’s bikes. Shortly after we got out of the village Jon stopped and we took our T-shirts off and cycled nude. Jon said that Formentera was a Naturist island and we would see lots of naked people. A few cars and motorbikes passed us then another couple on bikes that were also naked. I wondered if she was enjoying the experience as much as I was. We peddled for about 30 minutes and came to a dirt track that we went down. Eventually we came to fantastic beach with trees and sand dunes asian behind it. We padlocked our bikes to a tree and spread our towels on the sand near a pile of rocks that looked as if it was being used as a little jetty - or so Jon said. The only people that I could see with clothes on were those who were arriving. I put some more sun tan lotion on Jon and then me and as I was doing me Jon told me that the inside of my thighs wasn’t as brown as the rest of me and he told me to make sure that I lay with my legs wide open so that I would get an even tan. We lay there for about an hour before Jon got restless and decided that we were going for a walk, and what a walk it was, we walked for what seemed like hours and all in bare feet - bare everything. Through the trees and dunes, out to a little island, passed a cafe, through the car park, through what Jon thought were salt lakes, up to the main road, and back along the beach. On the way we stopped at a beach bar and had something to eat. Everything was so relaxed and it seemed natural that most people didn’t have any clothes on. I was shattered when we got back and my feet were a little japanese sore. Laurie slumped miserably into the sofa across from Georgetta in an authoritative black armchair. "PLOP!!" Lying next to Craig snoring asian Hailey’s fingers were working overtime as in her brain she was comparing the taste of her two lovers. He looked at me and nodded his head. With his dick in my throat we made eye contact and he looked at me like a whore. It was quite dark, so we couldn’t see at first what was coming out of the gate, but the creature’s horned head and scaly hide soon came into view. Liz began swaying in time teen with music. “Eight!” I see Paul getting a bit twitchy and I say, “remember, no seed inside her puss Paul” “yes dear…Tina…I’m gonna finish if you keep this up…” She lifts her hips off him and turns as she says, “can you cum more than once Paul, or is this going to be a useless dick when you’re done?” “I don’t know…this is unchartered territory for me Goddess” “Then I can’t take my chances, if I’m going to make this the revenge fuck of my life, right?” “Yes Goddess”. His boss greeted him, asked him how he was and inquired as to when he would be coming back to work (with a warm smile.) In reality I had spent a lot of time when growing up thinking about having a cock in my ass and getting fucked but never did anything about it. “I`m sorry Max.” Said Lavinia apologetically. I glanced down the hallway japanese we just came from. He could see her tits anal swaying with each thrust, and he could see her brother plunging his fingers into her Slave small, ruddy cunt. I was truly disinhibited. She shot back another email immediately, “can we talk about other things?” I said, sure, but here is my private email, ______” “Definitely ‘yes’ to the heels.” We are going to start with reality TV, interracial, and soon we will be offering pregnant. I want her to be a tom-boy who can swing a hammer and loves the outdoors. Poking his cock in and out, the creature thrust his hips with brutal force, spurred on as his seed built inside him. Now the conversation turned toward his two Mandango friends Rick and Walt.