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Time slowed down beautifully, a daily ritual of coffee and breakfast followed by map reading and planning.By now, Marisa's tan was a glowing all over bronze. Early on she had stopped wearing even her bottoms while we sunned and swam. I followed suit as well but got a bit singed on my very white cheeks and have had to go a lot slower with the all-over tan.We fell in love with the clear water and empty beaches on the south side of the island and also enjoyed the beautiful east side. It was easier for me to slide up to Marisa and eat her ocean salty pussy after we swam on the south beaches with no one around, and equally exciting to listen to her comments about who and how we might fuck this couple or that person on the east beaches.This was a thrilling renewal of our love and lust language.The morning post shower pre-clothing application of sunscreen always led to some sort of lovemaking or oral sex.Sometimes she would slowly rub sunscreen onto my back and then roll me over and take me into her hot sweet mouth and give me a slow deep blowjob, holding my ass and pulling me into her mouth as I came down Ankara escort her throat. Or I would lay her down and massage her back legs and ass and then prise her cheeks apart and lick her from ass to clitoris, then roll her over and dive into her wet, delicious core. Often we just fucked out of pure joy.And then the day would begin.We had a semi plan to go to a museum this morning before heading to the beach in Tharros. Driving in the countryside, we chatted mostly about the day but sometimes with Marisa rubbing my cock as she talked about our night of sharing and being shared. She knew that she could always make me cum by telling me about how it felt to have her pussy eaten for the first time by a woman and was always ready to take me in her mouth as I came and tried not to swerve off the road. Once on a high road, I simply pulled the car over and fucked her on the trunk of the car, then licked her to a huge orgasm while she dripped cum onto the paint.Today was a day as close to the same as the last few.We did our typical sightseeing and hikes out to historical Ankara escort bayan sights and then headed to town for a market to pick up refreshments and snacks. Then we headed to the museum that we had circled in the guidebook. We arrived just before lunch and were the only two there. The docent let us know that it was closing for the day in thirty minutes and that she would not charge us if we left at closing. I went to the back of the hall so I could see what I could in the time I had.Marisa started at the front with the docent, asking questions about the town, places for dinner and if we had made the best choice of beach for the afternoon. I only slightly took in the docent (Emma), tallish tanned and dark hair. The bell sounded as I was about halfway through with my stroll and I made my way to the front to meet up to go. We thanked our host and went to the car. We settled into a soft patter of what we saw and what we learned as we drove on to Tharros.Tharros is a beautiful and important peninsula on the east coast of Sardinia but it is also a lovely spot Escort Ankara filled with ruins centuries old and crystal waters all around.We walked the site for about an hour, then pulled our beach kit and snacks out of the car had found a nice spot on the harbor side. I set up the chairs and sunshade, then I got out some water and sunscreen. We went for a nice swim, both bare and enjoying the warmth of the water and the quiet of our choice of spots. We were enjoying our snorkeling and fish spotting and then swam to shore to towel off and apply another coat.Marisa was leaning against my knees as I was covering her shoulders and breasts with a light coat. Without thinking, I was slowly turning her hardening nipples between my fingers as I looked out across the water. I heard a voice that woke me from my erotic massage. Emma was walking towards us, smiling at Marisa. *quot;Look how lucky you are! I was imagining doing that very same thing*quot;. Marisa stood quickly and greeted Emma with a soft kiss on both cheeks. And I heard her thank her for the recommendation of beaches.As Emma set herself and undressed, I saw a completely different woman than the docent at work. She was mid-fifties and taller than I observed. Beautiful breasts just past prime and a trim muscular body. A small dark coat of hair above her vagina speckled grey. I was already thinking about both of us visiting there in turn and together.