We won and he got the message. It was late afternoon and everyone headed to the pool. I had my baggy swimsuit on but she had chosen a white bikin...i that was amazing. It wasn't a thong but it showed her ass off well. The top looked too small for her breasts but what top wouldn't. The suit showed off her tanned tight body and with her honey blond hair she looked like a swimsuit model. We had a good time in the pool relaxing after all that tennis. The white suit she was wearing was a little. It did not hurt that Shelia Roush was in the gym with her group of fit female boxers. They were gearing up for the next round of pre-Olympics matches. They were fit enough and cool looking enough that when they got all hot and sweaty from sparring and shadow boxing, grown men lost all common sense.Those grown men were now volunteering to spar with the boxers. I knew those female boxers - they would tag those guys along for a few minutes and then unload several rounds of killer punches on them.. She thought it might be possible to put a slightly larger bed in the room; she hoped so. She hadn’t slept that well, because he had been so upset. She had eventually managed to get him to fall asleep, a triumph for which she was quite thankful.She lay there wondering who was ringing the bell, when it rang again. She didn’t hear anyone going to get it, so she threw on a robe that was in the room for guests, tied the belt tight, went out of the room, walked to the door to the vestibule, and saw. She cood and she I love it when my panties are in my pussy. She said when I walk my pussy lips rub on them and keep me wet. I pulled my slacks down to show her how my little guy was fighting to get erect but the cage wouldn't allow it. She laughed at my discomfort and said that perfect let's go. We had a nice dinner a Ruth's Chris steak house and the entire time she was telling me about how her pussy was used that afternoon. Her lover had spent four hours at our house and had emptied his nuts.