1. 2 Holiday surprise


    Date: 5/27/2017, Categories: BDSM Hardcore Author: alibodge, Source: xHamster

    2 Holiday surprise Happy Englishmen like me toddle of for a holiday once a year, to get away from the world. Now if like me you had a stressful job (or at least I did have back in the 80`s) to avoid a stressful holiday, you needed to satisfy the wife as to where you went, while still managing to keep the k**s happy while not having to travel overseas, mainly as I can`t stand the French, have no interest in the rest of Europe, and couldn’t afford to go further afield anyway! To fulfil all the criteria would be a good trick I knew, so we had discussed our holiday destination very long and hard, for a change I won! Thus it was to a sandy beach near the Romney marsh that we took our elderly caravan, found a small site and plonked our selves down to relax for a fortnight of sun and sand. The beach was backed by sand dunes, behind which was a jolly little pub, so it was ideal for me to wet a dry throat without need for journeys in the motor with its related risks to life limb and licence! By day three I was getting restless; I had read the book`s I had brought with me and the telly had the usual collection of cooking, detectives, and DIY programs that we pay so much for a licence for, our old van was hardly conducive to wild sex, the walls being thin and the wife being a moaner and anyway she said she wanted to soak up rays and not anything a mere male could provide. So leaving mother to scorch and dragging my blue balls with me, I took my faithful drawing Kit and set off for the ...
    ... dunes, for an afternoon of sketching for a later canvas, with the vague notion of stopping off for a pint or two on the way. The little pub was fairly full and it was as I fetched the second pint that I noticed a tall dark woman downing pints in company with her husband and a lad of about 17 in the window alcove. Nothing remarkable you may think but the lady was a pretty thing in a long sundress, sun glasses, and long hair, aged about 30 at most, but with a figure that gave dolly Parton competition. The younger man had his arm around her and the older chap was up and down fetching drinks at a fair pace, the lady putting down pints as fast as he could fetch them. They were too far away to really hear what the men were saying, but I thought I heard the lad refer to her as mum, which as he was sitting with his arm round her in a very friendly pose, struck me as strange. Half an hour passed as I quietly contemplated life, the bottom of a very agreeable pint and the daily paper when the lady and her companions rose to leave, the young man arm in arm with the lady and the older chap following behind. My glass was empty and I went to the bar for a refill, where I remarked to the landlord on the ladies obviously outstanding shape. He informed me that the group who had just left were a local f****y, who spent a lot of time sunbathing in the dunes and that they acted a little oddly, the son always being the one to display affection to the mother and the father always a little subdued in ...
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