Christy Marks fucks again!

We had just arrived in Eleuthera in The Bahamas, and our boat had pulled up at the dock at Gun Point near Spanish Wells. No sooner had I gotten off the boat than I heard, "Hey, Mr. Dave, come on in!" It was Christy Marks, floating in the ocean...as if she had a choice. Those H-cup naturals were natural flotation devices.

Before I knew it, I was in the water, clothes and all, holding naked Christy in my arms. Welcome to Eleuthera, Dave. By the way, it is not easy to hold a girl like Christy in the water. Those tits were going this way and that, splaying here, splaying there, and I had to keep from tipping her.

A few hours later, I walked past a hammock where Christy was lying totally naked, legs behind her head, pussy there for the taking.

"Hi, Mr. Dave," she said again, as if she was greeting me on a Sunday afternoon in a public park, not posed in the ultimate "fuck-me" position.

I'd always been told that small-town country girls love to fuck and aren't shy about it. Christy is… Read More »