His jaw dropped. Two buxom blonde girls walked in together, both wearing long T-shirt pajamas.Each of them stood on the side of the bed and took off t...heir pajamas, revealing that they had nothing underneath. His stares went from one to the other, trying to take in all the details—just in case he was dreaming. “Damn, girls. Y’all are looking good.” Grinning again, he looked at them and asked, “Who's first?”Both girls giggled and stayed standing, saying nothing as they grabbed and played with. He had grown up with the captain, served with him on the same fishing boat, and run away with him to join the army when they were just fifteen, and then served with him for twelve years."I do his dirty work for him." Scar said this with a smirk in his voice, as if it was a joke, but that somehow it meant something.Dirty work... I thought about that. Maybe the dirtiest work recently had been looking after me while I was insane. I looked in his eyes."You looked after me?"He nodded.I felt weak at. She knew he hadher now, and that she was going to cum soon. She knew it would be a bigone. And Michael could tell he was about to make her go over the edge.So as Sonya rode him he worked her clit over really good. Sonya knew shecould not last long now. Her sexual excitement was getting very intense.She hunched his fingers as his full length penetrated her deep.Suddenly a wave climactic passion went over her as she started cuming.Tingles of sensations and warmth surrounded her body. She hunched. We sat with a map over breakfast trying to find out if there was anything of interest to see besides the Dallas Cowgirls. We failed miserably. It was nice weather so we decided a day by the pool with hot and cold running pool attendants was right up our alley.It was 10 by the time we finally made it to the pool. I had to help her get undressed and into something that she could wear at a pool full of kids. She, of course, had to do the same with me. My board shorts were just fine, her Wicked.