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Today Blog: THROAT JOBS behind us jolted us out of our post orgasmic stupor and made us turn, squinting into the sun to see where it had come from. It was Pete, he had seen us fucking on the beach as he rounded the headland and had killed the engine of his jetski allowing him to drift in to shore unheard by us. Andy called him a bastard and I giggled, somewhat embarrassed by the situation. However I noticed that Andy's cock which had never left the warmth of my pussy was starting to come back to life and Pete was either hiding a mast in his wetsuit, or he was turned on by the whole scene as well. Andy rolled over onto his back, keeping hold of my hips so that we remained joined and then motioned Pete to approach us.