Let’s go upstairs to my room.”As the girls bounded upstairs, I continued to look at Ashley as she walked away. There was something about her, I ju...st couldn’t explain it. She was beautiful, she was perfect. And I couldn’t stop thinking about her, even when she left the room.“John? John?” Judy poked at me, again breaking me from my trance. I looked at her. “The welcome basket’s done. We can head over now if you want.”I nodded. “Okay,” I said, helping her with the basket. “Let’s go.”* As I was in. “A pool, a buzz, and nothin’ to do.” I grabbed a big glass of water and headed back outside.Instead of the raft, I grabbed the floating chair. It’s got two big armrests, one with a cup holder, and keeps you in the water from the waist down. The back is reclined, kind of like a La-Z-boy. It was about 1:00 in the afternoon, so the sun was still pretty hot. I put on my shades, took a sip of water, and then let my mind start to drift away. I’ve always been a daydreamer, and the hot sun and the pot. The dividing wall had a gap at the bottom of about 12 inches as I was wanking a hand came under and started to stroke my leg. Then he beckoned me down. I knelt down and for the first time a hand started to stroke my cock and also explore my bum and back. This for some reason scared me and a pulled up my shorts and ran away. It was so rousing and had me wanking madly for days as I constantly thought about it.A few days later I was again walking home and went into another loo near home. I had. The room was the type so typical in this seedy section of town. The rate for the room was probably by the hour. Then Mary saw the video playing on the TV. It was the younger version of herself sucking the cocks of a dozen men. She wanted to be disgusted but instead she was excited by how sexy she looked. Then the memory of the taste of cock made her mouth water, her nipples hard and her pussy tingle.“Those were the good old days. You were the best gangbang queen I have ever seen. The guys.