I kept slowly fucking him, loving the sounds coming from him, until he requested, "Please, faster."I didn't even hesitate as I grasped his hips more t...ightly, and began fucking him faster.He groaned loudly, "Oh yes."My juices leaked out of me slightly as I began slamming into him, feeling such a rush."Oh God, Janelle," he moaned loudly, as he began bouncing back onto me."You want to be fucked like a little slut?" I growled, as I watched him bounce back against me like I often did when I was. A bamboo grove thick as ever hid a little pathway which she began to follow as she rounded what she assumed was the ending of the bamboo was a clearing with a large oak. As she looked around she saw what the commotion was. Up against the large oak at the base was the man with nothing but his shoes on. She saw his pile of clothes next to him. Sitting in an Indian style position she saw his vascular cock fully erect and engorged in his hand. Her eyes saw his bicep flexed hard leading to his. I pulled on the tie that held her small bikini top in place and it floated away in the water. I quickly grabbed it and tossed it, along with her bikini thong on to the same bush where my underwear and Kristie’s bikini bottoms rested. “Give it to me!” Jessica pleaded as I tossed her stuff out of the pool. I smiled. I had longed to see Jessica naked. I exited the pool, with Jessica right behind me. I grabbed her swim suit as she approached me, her hand extended, the pool water dripping off her. Let me give you her card."She returned in a moment with Jean's card and had written 'Kathryn Grassley' on the back.Mark Pasquariello thanked her and left after again asking her to call him or Jenny Young at the number on his card if she hears from Ms Harmon.A half hour later he was sitting across the desk of Kathryn Grassley in the TransOcean Services Corporation headquarters, 15 minutes from the Harmon home.Mark asked, "When was the last time you communicated with Ms Harmon?"The secretary.