Sunday Afternoon In St Augustine

It is Sunday afternoon, our last day on vacation.St Augustine Florida will never be the same! We rented a pontoon for a private tour on the water of the Fort and Lighthouse. When the boat captain asked us what we do for a living and we told him, he could not hide the pop tent in his pants as his dick got hard. We giggled and laughed at him and our tour took a turn for the better. Old Captain will never forget us! After we left we all talked about what size we thought it was based on the rise in his brown shorts! Captain John was the topic of conversation all night long.   I am going to miss my fellow Fuckalicious Whores. We have had a week together and not one hot stud out there has taken advantage of the fact that we are all in one house and can give him a phone sex fantasy that is once in a life time. I really thought at least Big Ben was man enough to handle us all at once, not in different places on three way, but all together for real. But it is all good we have had a blast and found a few unsuspeting surfers that we were able to lure into our Fuckalicious web. Poor tanned fuckers will never be the same. All of us at one time proves to be to much for the average man. We chew them up and spit them out, enjoying every minute of it. I have missed the girls and tomorrow when mommy gets home she is going to take them into her arms, kissing them and hugging them and showing them how much she loves them for hours. They will know how much I miissed tthem. Vacation is always fun but so is going home to my girls.

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