“I forgot I was not alone”, he said, “I usually am, and often don’t wear clothes as I like the freedom that nakedness gives me”. “Oh, don�...��t worry”, she replied, “There was nothing that I haven’t seen before!”, lying in her teeth as the onlt cock she had seen before was her husbands, and Steve’s was so much longer and fatter. “I’ll be more careful in future”, he said. “Damn”, she thought, and then the evening passed much as had the previous one, a meal with some wine, but this time Steve said. All the while thinking more and more about letting me just grip her neck soft yet firmly and kiss up the other side of her neck sensually, before grabbing her waist aggressively, flipping her short, turquoise mini skirt UP and POUNDING her pussy full frontal while she sits at the side edge of the driver's seat in her luxury vehicle. Staring into my eyes with such a smoldering, piercing, squinted glare shifting from the soaking wet mess keeping our bodies physically "tied" together in act of. Besides the usual stuff that he normally did not even open, there was an e-Mail from his wife to himself and three other couples. Upon opening it, he saw that it had a picture inserted in the body of the message."Mr.& Mrs. Matthew Foxx request the presence of your company at their home this Friday evening at seven P.M. for a pool party.Food and beverage will be provided.Women should wear swim-suits.Men will swim naked."He read that last line three times before switching screens back to the. Softly, gently, her arms encircled my neck, tongues danced together, soft moans met in the middle and blended together. My right hand moved slowly through the swirling water as her legs parted in anticipation, welcoming.A gasp of pleasure escaped as the soft tip brushed against her like a tiny electric shock. Pressing against her hardening pearl, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.Her tongue probed deeper, her fingers dug into my shoulders, her left hand slid down, over my back and.