They were hardly ever alone. Uncle Fred, Lydia's father, for one, was almost always around. He'd want to take the boys -- Donald, his brother, Dennis,... and Lydia's brother, Alan, out fishing, riding, hiking.Dennis and Alan were both a couple of years older than Donald. Donald always hoped they would go off on their own, and leave him with Lydia, but they were always willing to let her tag along when she wanted.Donald almost never even found enough alone time to masturbate, and always went back. Her feet no longer touched the bottom and she was forced to kick her legs to keep afloat. He pulled her close and she wrapped her legs around his waist, the heat of her pussy pressed against his tummy. His one hand slipped inside her bikini bottoms and he rubbed the skin of her butt until she rubbed herself against him in response. Now, please, she moaned. What about condoms? he asked. Im on the pill, she whispered. Have you got any diseases or anything? I havent had sex since my last medical,. I felt instantly relaxed with the smells of lavender throughout and I could sense a touch of eucalyptus, also. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before letting it out. Startling my eyes open was the sound of the door into the room opening and through it walked the most beautifully chiseled black man I have ever seen carrying a towel and a smile that made me feel safe and warm had I been lost in an unforgiving jungle. “Halo, My dear.” He greeted me in a heavy accent that I could not place.. We went back to the bar. I got another martini. Beth started talking with Esmé. A blond guy in black jeans and a grey t-shirt said hi. He was a few years younger than I and I took him for a college student. He too liked my jacket. We watched the dancing crowd. Kate was now dancing with Vicky, who was very clearly putting the moves on Kate. It was really surprising, but hot. Kate is very conservative, even more than I. Zoe was my friend before being Kate’s, and it took her a while to get used to.