Just wasn't sure what. When I looked at them, and asked what the deal was, she just shook her head and he chuckled..."Did I miss something?" I asked. ..."No" he replied and adjusted his package. Strange, I thought....no big deal....whatever happens, happens! We sat there for a few more minutes then decided to finish cleaning up and head for home. As we swept up the last pile of trash, I asked him what was so funny earlier. He responded with, “We are both really wound up tonight and thought about. As he continued to masturbate, he started to speak, so softly that I could barely hear him.“Keep watching,” I think he murmured. “Don’t worry about what I’m saying ... just keep watching my hand.”I figured that he just wanted to talk dirty. I know whenever my boyfriend and I fuck, he talks dirty just before he cums - my big brother mustn’t have wanted to become self-conscious, and so I did as he asked and tuned out his words, just letting them wash over me while I watched his hand grasping his. It was a delivery man with yet more equipment. A distracted but relieved George saw Jennie button up her shirt. "Don't worry Mr. Sanders," she said with a seductive smile. "They are for your eyes only!"Before George could make a suitable, or indeed any, reply to that, Jennie went to brew more coffee and presently the delivery man was there. It was a young cockney called Jeff who worked for the firm of brokers that had managed to find most of the equipment George needed. "'Ello again and good. Once Allison had taken all of her clothes off, she led him over to the beach, where she spread her blanket down near those of Roberta and Kristen. Greg thought it was perhaps a little too close for his liking, but the other women didn't seem to mind. In fact, he caught them sneaking admiring peeks at Allison's body. He wasn't surprised; she had the most perfect figure he had ever seen, and it was bound to be appealing to men and lesbians alike. If it bothered her, she didn't show it. She simply.