Those were definitely D cups. The bottoms were fairly conservative, not a string bikini. But the sides pulled all the way up over the top of her hips ...turning the suit into a perfect vee, drawing Zane’s eyes right to that one perfect spot. He was going to need to get in the pool fast.But first, right now, he wanted more pics. Pics of her dressed like this. She giggled and demurred but let him take a photo or two. Even putting on her best sexy pose and duck face to accentuate those hips and. But there is so much crap involved in going into that country. Somebody might tell you it’s the Horn of Africa, but it’s really the asshole.”I made love with Whitney every day that first week of April. I didn’t want to let her go. Somehow this assignment seemed even more remote than her embassy work in South Africa and Turkey. She was actually going after the bad guys.One night, after we’d made love, I felt Joanne spoon behind me as I spooned Whitney. I don’t know how I knew it was Joanne,. If she showed skin, I was sure most of the guys would look, and I think she knew that.As the evening progressed, somehow the conversation got steered towards the ability of the guys in the group to unhook a bra one handed, and innocently enough, Anne let us practice on her. Only a few of us really had any experience, and as it was over the shirt, everyone was laughing and having a good time with it. It was actually Anne who morphed the unhooking the bra challenge to a Truth or Dare game by. In my sleep i started groaning. I felt warmth around my clit, a sensation of a tongue licking my lips, so I started grinding as I felt the pressure building between my legs. In my sleep, I groaned Steve's name as I began to get more and more aroused. Still, in a state of sleep, I felt someone climb on top of me, and then the feeling of a hard cock probing at my soaked lips, trying to find its way in. By this point, I had awoken, but everything was dark. I had been blindfolded! I lay on my back.