She reached out to stroke my cock, her hand circling it, and then fisting it up and down. She was staring intently at it, not taking her eyes away fro...m it for a second while she pumped it. “It‘s a nice big cock”, she said. She started fondling Lesley’s breast while she pumped on my cock. Pam looked at Lesley. “You wait til’ you fuck it…”, said Lesley, matter of factly. Having obtained permission, Pam looked at me, willing me to fuck her with it. “How do you want it?”, I asked. “From behind…on. From a distance... I thought it would still lookludicrous."Okay, one quick stop to pick up some clothes and we'll go back to theroom for room service."Down the hall from the salon was a package pickup from the weaver.Amber picked up all six boxes in the chute, then hurried us back tothe room, my arms full of packages."Okay, let's give this a whirl," she said, dumping her trove on themessy bed. She had a huge array of tasteless clothes -- oversizedpink ski suits, white calf-high boots, matching. McNish answered his knock and told him that Timothy and her husband were down in their tobacco barn. Beall found them replacing dry-rotted side boards."Good day, Tom," he said. "Nice spell of weather for a change." Tis, so we are making the most of it. Hay while the sun shines, you know." Need to talk to Tim a minute." Go ahead, if he's willing."Beall climbed up inside the fragrant shed where Tim McNish was sawing lengths of milled pine. He stopped and smiled at Beall, "Now what?" he said."Just. She stretched her arms out to rest on the side of the pool, straining her bikini top against her heavenly bosom, the material doing its best to hold her in.I felt a twitch between my legs and quickly peeled my eyes off of her, diving back under the water. She is so fucking hot, I thought while submerged, she keeps staring, maybe there’s a chance. No, no don’t kid yourself. I came up and turned her way. She was once again giving me that look and sexy smile.“Come sit with me,” she said waving me.