The waves lapped around their necks and made them lift off from time to time, but they landed again in the same place. Her right arm was straight down... into his shorts, holding his cock like a tennis racquet. It was easy for him to slide his hand down into her bikini bottoms.“Ooooh,” she breathed sexily as his fingers combed through her bush. He slid them in a little further and felt for her labia; there ... so plump, and smooth, with a few little hairs. He stroked a fingertip down each one, and. ” She put her palm up in a placating gesture.“How could it just have happened, you made a fucking video for chrissakes. Did it just happen to be recording when Rob jumped you? It takes time to set the fucking machine up, it takes planning, not some spur of the moment fucking job? Jill, you fucked my boyfriend, you fucked him and recorded the fucking thing. How could you?” Tears coursed down her cheeks. Tears of anger and frustration that she hadn’t hit her friend, tears of betrayal, her vision. He squeezed my hand in response to my silence, causing me to squeeze his crotch. I think he enjoyed it for he moaned again. Without warning his lips crashed back down upon mine and he was once again kissing me in a way I haven't ever been kissed before. No other; male or female has kissed me like he did and I enjoyed how he was kissing me, though I of course was very inexperienced. I just let him kiss me like that and pretty soon I was growing more confident and felt more comfortable with the. That's a good place, I hope you like it. Now ... down to business."We discussed the project and now that Amy was gone I could concentrate on the plans Tom was showing me. He had the porch that was about six feet deep and runs from the garage wall all the way across the front of the house to the end. That's about 25 feet with the door starting about nine feet from the garage wall. The walkway from the driveway does a straight shot over and then back towards the front door. The rest of the porch.