All that sort of thing mostly slipped in at dinner each evening. Barry of course didn’t want to experience another Sammy; he had enjoyed the tryst ...with Ken, and the BJ was a bonus, he was curious if he could do more of that without feeling gay, though he knew deep down he had a desire to take it anally, always had since a friend had rimmed him as an adolescent boy. After consideration, he suggested perhaps “they could try it once again and talk over long term plans after that!” Thus; it. ..surprised, angered, and now frustrated as I looked around.Nothing irregular was in site! I waited trying to hear the sound again, but nothing. I sighed and layed back again, my pussy craving attention. I closed my eyes, letting my hand slide down back between my pussy lips, slowly spreading my lips and playing with my clit. I slipped two fingers deep into my pussy, curling my fingers to hit that wonderful spot...and then I heard that damn creak again...I chose to ignore it this time. I. If he walked over and looked in the pool he would no doubt see me naked and I’d have a bunch of questions to answer. I had to think fast. “It’s just me Mr. Chapman,” I said, poking my head above the edge of the pool and sticking my arms out so that my elbows rested on the pool deck. I pressed the rest of my body against the wall of the pool, keeping it hidden from view even if he were to come closer. My plan was to try and convince him to leave so I could sneak out before he knew I was naked,. C'mon, Kenny, wake up! Want you on-the-ball this week." "Okay." Ken doesn't want to argue. Very wise. We finally let him trot off and join the Starbucks queue. Both of us crease up when he's gone. "Poor guy!" giggles Emma. "That was a bit naughty of us, Mark, wasn't it?" I grin at her. "Yeah, guess so. He's such a total twat, though."When Ken returns we don't break off our conversation, Emma and I, we just put our hands out for the drinks. Emma takes a sip... "Mmm, lovely!" ... and then she.