I knelt down and touched her thigh, once again she jumped. Her breathing became labored. She looked up at me and told me that she was mine and that I ...could do anything that I wanted to her. I kissed her outer lips and teased the opening of her tight little twat with my finger; just lightly rimming around the outside of her tight little tunnel. I kissed and licked her for some time before I moved up to suck on her swollen clit. She grabbed my hair and pulled me into her. I told her to spread her. Aryan noticed that Vishal had a big bottle of Scotch in his hands and Vishal saw that Aryan was in his underwear only but his still wet hair was saying the rest of the story that he was just out of the shower. Vishal was slightly chubby but not at all obese, over 6 ft. in height almost matching with Aryan. He was looking great in denim jeans and a denim shirt. Aryan signaled Vishal to take a seat as he walked in the kitchen with the scotch bottle. Now as he was pouring the scotch in the. He was fully dressed for the day, shirtless, with a pair of overalls over nothing. He had on a pair of work boots. Looking at him, I could see that he had more well-defined, powerful muscles than I knew a human body could possess. "I don't care whether or not you intend to stay here, and I don't care who you are. But you will be awake and at the table in fifteen minutes. Right?" Jesus! I thought. This guy, who I learned later was named Alvin, could easily knock the stuffing out of Scott. He had seen Cory on many occasions at the pool and always had to take care not to stare. She had great firm breasts with big, dark aureoles and he could sometimes clearly see her pointed, puckered nipples under her thin blouse. He could smell her sex. She was seriously aroused and looked absolutely stunningly hot. An open copy of one of his Penthouse magazines was in front of her and her left hand was busy working her pussy inside her bikini bottom. When she saw him come through the open.