She walked over the lip of the tub and her expression became one of anticipation mixed with disgust. She finally sat and started scooping up water and... running it over her soft fur. At first it beaded on the slick fur, but she picked up the bar of soap and ran it over the water and the fur lost its cohesion and became thoroughly soaked. She peered over her shoulder to the young man. "Alan, you may wish to disrobe." She said. "I'm a messy bather."He gulped but followed her advice, lifting his. I rolled on my other side and pressed back up against him. He reached around me and took my leg and pulled it over his. I pressed my ass into him, and Matt reached down and grabbed his dick and place it on my pussy. I reached down and guided it inside my pussy. His big hard cock parted my pussy lips and slipped right in to my wet pussy. I pulled Matt in tight with my leg. He held me and slid his cock in as far as it would go. Matt held me tight with his cock buried inside me. He just held it. She waited for him. God she was so nervous. What was going on?! She waited, tapping her foot, constantly checking the time, then her make up, then her outfit again. Five minutes before he was to arrive she remembered a black cocktail dress he bought her. She slipped into it and finished pulling up the zipper just as the knock came to the door of her apartment. She grabbed her tall black heels that she had bought once for a modeling audition and went to open the door. When she answered he. I'm not going to wear it long enough to get in the pool. I played dumb and asked what she ment? She said I'm going to be naked and fucking the entire time. I said I was hoping you would be.The morning of the party I loaded the smoker and vacuumed the pool. My wife got the snack tray done and soon she was prancing around in that white thong bikini. She had removed the lining from it and the thin nylon meteral did very little to hid her sexy tanned one hundred pound body. The bottoms where.