But, now was beginning to get turned on by his arousal. Ismiled to myself and I just leaned back the slightest bitpressing my bottom into him. No one ...would know it had beendeliberate, not even the stranger behind me. We were crushedin an elevator like sardines in a can. Then there was deliberatetouching.I was wearing a knee length skirt that was lightweight crinkledcotton and it flared out loosely. I felt this stranger'sleft hand slid up the back of my left leg ever so lightly movingmy skirt up. Jill was a little more adventurous then I thought she would be from our meeting before hand, showing off some skin with a hand bra and some other provocative items lying around the pool. I was getting very comfortable with Jill and a lot turned on. I found it harder and harder to hide my hard on from her. “Gee, Mr. McDonald, is that a lens in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Jill asked as we were taking a break. I laughed and said, “A little of both, and please call me J. Jay.” . She screamed again, choking on her sobs. Youre hurting her! Karah said desperately, please stop! Ill-Ill suck your cock! Ill let you fuck me, Ill ride you, please, just stop hurting her. . . And Ray did stop, the idea of Karah riding him suddenly appealed to him very much. Yeah? Yes, yes, please. . .just stop. . . Karah begged, dropping to her knees with relief. Hm. Yeah, well. Just dont make me regret this, bitch. With a final thrust inside Kasey, Ray pulled out frowning at the red streaks on. The two fellows were a little younger than Jessie and I. I'd say they were probably in their early thirties. I suppose women would consider them good looking and they were dressed nicely. As Jessie returned, their comments picked up where they left off until Jessie sat down in front of them. I was a little tickled at their abrupt halt. They knew that I had heard them and I supposed they were a little embarrassed.This was clear when one of the fellows leaned over to me and said, "Sorry for what.