“I’m not k**ding. You’re beautiful. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”And then she kissed me again. Her fingers brushed my cheeks, then my ne...ck, and then she wrapped her arms around my waist and just held me. I’ve been kissed by lots of men before, but nothing would ever compare to how I felt when Marry kissed me. Somehow, we returned back to our room kissing all the way. She was sweet, and very gentle when she kissed me and unbuttoned my shirt. She kissed my neck and moved downwards. When she. She took the two steps to him, leaned over, and took his stiff cock in her hand. Her hand moved up and down on his hard pole, making her almost giddy with excitement. His cock felt so good in her hand. She wanted it in her mouth. She wanted it in her pussy. Diane just wanted it so badly she could hardly breathe.“Ride me,” David ordered, holding out his hands to help her climb on top of him. The chair was so large, Diane had no trouble putting her knees to either side of his thighs and lowering. After a bit, she got up, went inside, then came back with a bottle of Champagne and two flutes, asking me to open it while she got our canapés.We laid there as the light began to fade, sipping our Champagne, eating our nibbles, nibbling each other, in what felt like the ultimate in carefree, decadent living.She played with my cock, then dipped her finger in her Champagne and ran it around the head, then bent down to lick it off. I began doing the same with her pussy and we spent some fun time. I grabbed my guitar as if nothing had happened.“So, do we get to see them too?”“No way,” I said.“But Pete did!” Bruno complained. “What were they?”“Just some pictures I took of Heather this summer. For my eyes only, guys. Chill.”“How’d you manage that?” Pete asked, some awe touching his voice.I put on a bored face. “I just took them. I didn’t realize she sent them to me in the CD case, so I was a little surprised a minute ago, that’s all. It’s cool now.”“Cool enough that we can see them?”“Yeah,.