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The third time he re-appeared was in Bermuda, when I was on holiday with friends. The line of his flies followed a hard, curving bulge over his manhood, still tightly contained out of sight. Sister xxx Around mid-morning, I found myself some way off the beaten tourist trail, on the edge of a delightful bay, fringed by coral outcrops sheltering a deserted stretch of soft pink Bermuda sand. All the time, we were still locked in our passionate kiss, sharing the same single breath, as my orgasm began to build. Not an easy climb at the best of times, let alone in bare feet.
